enough for lightning roots to touch
forests of snow
you would take me
in your robe speaking
the language of silence
apologies too long forgotten
fear of the vast
blank of unknowns
existing in the dusk
till dawn
soft sounds sinking in air
down down
on your head
light shadows run on
to me
soon, i will prove me wrong,
and tomorrow become
one more lighted fool.
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