There has never existed one moment before now.
weaves paths through broken streams and sings shifting shadows
across their darkened faces
traced and retraced
the heights are reached
A place that cannot be shared; deep and black, mischievous
There are thoughts and fears that are so close to me, my constant companions of so many years that I am loathe to chase them away. Why do I want to hold on to them?
creased by design
worlds of unspoken thoughts
soft, brown hills, lying dormant
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