who knows which way the wind blows?

certainly eyes have their say

hearts yet a very different other

toes probably the next

being led by fear

where to tread the least?

the most?

the new moon rises and

the land begins fresh

from the storm

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layers break like waves shorn away, enticed by the coast revealing the calm beneath brief moments of breath before another surface rises another hidden level touches sunlight until never changing neve

again, please

taken she stumbles glowing ever softly candlelight never to be snuffed out she bows humbly to the chance to relive the dawn


mistified the hollow wears a cloak of soft fabric a velvet veil of stardust settled hovering amidst earthly form hush a whisper carries brilliantly through the fog time is here we are now we have begu