I’ll meet you there

Out beyond this temporal existence,
I believe,
There is a land,
A land, where we shall meet,
A land of no expectations,
And melodies, sweet.
Let us gift wrap the memories,
Send them to this place,
It will make sure,
We are safe,
From the too rough fingers of the world.

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