ON THE ONE HUNDREDTH AND EIGHTY-THIRD DAY OF THE YEAR

Once things will be

different, and age will

not come and shackle

us, slowing our steps

while our eyes still

hold a gaze of youth,

like yours now, Neffi.

Once things will be

different, but never,

never for us.

04.-05.07.2023

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