Translated
you see
the sun silvered through
a veil of cool clouds
I see
a hole in the sky
you see
the ocean stretched between
two shores, connecting
distant and disparate lives
I see
blue green emptiness
you see
crumbling buildings and
busted windows
I see
portals through which I
can touch the past
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