[AI generated image]
Next sunrise, there he was
Bending through the morning wafts
Of breezes scullying through
Fronds of banana and papaya
Plants stationed to his garden
Over seconds he would speak
We meet again like new clouds
Mapping an unburdened sky
No coincidence of mine more like
A universe hurl of broken planets
Then suddenly like a mountain sweet
As petrichor after the rain
He says in the most tender way
Let's be friends
I felt like a rocket launched
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