Traveler

Breathing the same air
Telling the same sky, “Good morning.”
You were here so many sunrises ago
I saw you clearly then
Breathing

The shadows of our memory
Touch gently
What only we both knew
Passing vision of our history
Fond recollection leaves

The world our world is full
Art is the offspring
Open ever flowing over
Flush with universal fervor
And we are one

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