After a thousand strokes of
moth wings,
a universe will change.
There won’t be me or you anymore,
and our place will be taken
by other you and me
so similar to us,
yet not knowing the smell
of the foam in which
Aphrodite was born
that moment.

And the sea will whisper –
now,
and the sun will warm
our wings.

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