Thursday, June 7, 2018


Stealthy vines meander
Course through a myriad of bloom
Weaving paths uncertain
Foraging our own truth

Hidden we are rooted
Searching for what we do not know
Fate is predetermined
Whichever road we go

Settle the dusky moons
Sleep if you will in peaceful dreams
Weighted leaves in slumber
Heaven reaching for peace


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