Adam

The shades
of the
sun do
you
no justice,
since
your elegant
glance
seizes
the
hours
and seconds
of
the day.

The layers
of
the moon
find
themselves
moody,
and in
between
mixed cycles
since
the
air
you exhale
is
too
pure to
the touch.

I’m
alive and
in tune
with
the wisdom
of
Greek Gods
because
you
took that
leap
and gave
way to
the world.

We’re still here.
We’re still here.
We’re still here.

M.C. Davis

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