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.
“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.
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