I make tracks
evidence someone was HERE
until they disappear, with wind's sweep, or rain's moody fall
in elements' absence, time alone will suffice, and not play nice, with my tracks
fade to black they will,
still, I'll stomp my feet, producing prints,
eyes closed to their
ephemeral reign
Oct 15, 2024
Oct 15, 2024 at 9:30 PM UTC
I make tracks
evidence someone was HERE
until they disappear, with wind's sweep, or rain's moody fall
in elements' absence, time alone will suffice, and not play nice, with my tracks
fade to black they will,
still, I'll stomp my feet, producing prints,
eyes closed to their
ephemeral reign
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