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i do pursue cluelessly of its treat
so foolishly missing, all worldliness
unto a path, carving journeys to seek
blindless weeping into a humbleness.

crickets moaning within the gates of night
her moon illuminating the rivers with twist
mountain passes gazing down from their height
heavy is the air holding tight the wrist.

song bird, a chase for the worm it begins
inherently, bees caress roses so sweet
morning unfolds with the forgiving winds
the promise due south is the road we'd meet.
            
dreams i have wandered reaching like fingers,
forever shadowing a presence, it lingers.