Our footsteps met beneath the spot
Where I first held your wondering hand
A watery-grey echo of dewdrop feet and yesterday's daybreak
When I showered in the gentle drizzle beneath
Painted clouds in an emerging sky.
Together we tasted what they call life.

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in the wake of light, your words bring me more(please, do leave your fingerprints behind, so I may relish the image of our hands after you go.)