Footprints
like footprints in wet snow
my soul is but a remnant
of something greater.
Despite its messy nature
it merely can show
where one can go.
posted by Iudex Yasha at 3:47 PM
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
like footprints in wet snow
my soul is but a remnant
of something greater.
Despite its messy nature
it merely can show
where one can go.
posted by Iudex Yasha at 3:47 PM
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