But one day she’ll leave this earthly spot.
When she shuts her eyes,
starting the process of glimpsing inward
she’ll clearly see,
The mornings fresh dew
In the Norderplantsoen
She’ll recall the thousand grabs in Bali’s air,
She’ll then dwell on her first love’s sweet, awkward stare.
Days she yelled for him to stop the gazing flare
Oh and the gazebo,
Were they stood under at night.
She’ll remember days of dreaming bright,
Of futures shaped in hopeful light.
She’ll remember crafting her own fate,
From life’s ordained mistreat’s,
Searching for the good and great,
Continental debates ..
And maybe she’ll remember too,
The one who’s reading this, that’s you.
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