A dream of spring ; Someday to be loved.
A graphic novel, someday to be flipped opened.
Dream, young boy! Dream high above seas,
and soar  – past winters and your destiny -
To belong, in peace and serendipity:
So hold up your arms, open wide and stretch,
The sky but a tipped sea – waiting for you to dive in-
but only an eclipse in others’ hands away.

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