There are a few of us out here
Browsing through deep canopies
Where the stars linger on our breath -
Like dew on a log.
There are a few of us out here
Blazing trails that discontinue in the fog
Where love is made, and blankets unfurled
Like knee patches, worn
By the miles
And miles
And miles.
Sep 26, 2011
Sep 26, 2011 at 12:44 PM UTC
There are a few of us out here
Browsing through deep canopies
Where the stars linger on our breath -
Like dew on a log.
There are a few of us out here
Blazing trails that discontinue in the fog
Where love is made, and blankets unfurled
Like knee patches, worn
By the miles
And miles
And miles.
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