One Day: Poetry

One day, 
we'll laugh at this,
clasping wrinkled hands 
in gratitude as we rest ashore

Far away from the whirlpool
of unremarkable lives
that once threatened us  
with mechanistic existence 

We'll chuckle that we've been 
lucky to have dreamed together
for a new peace and a different way
to make a home

Then our eyes will meet
in a smile that creates 
the world all over again
through the rosy hue on our glasses.

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