I follow crumbs at
Dusk along the damp
Earth. Will tomorrow’s
Materialize?
I wish I had your
Wings, could soar free and
See the water, the
Moon reflected whole.
Instead it’s like a
Maze of green hedges,
Young Alice meets the
Minotaur. The night’s
Labyrinth fills me
With echoes and
Trembling, but honeyed
Manna sweetens the
Amber sky, fireflies
Tracing your shadow’s
Whispers in the warm
Womb of evening light.
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