In the shadows and valleys
The other days, winding ways
Where was I, lost ?
Beyond the river, inside the mirror
Times erase

Hands sweeping backwards words were
Worlds within meanings became
A wall of vines like sunlight dancing dawn
Where was the key to breath
Where were you drawn ?
Pantomime to frame
A name

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Written on 2018-05-14 at 15:36

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