Outset

Nov 16, 2024
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Updated: Nov 17, 2024

My feet took me onwards

My eyes inwards

And I cannot say when the soil became sand

Or how far I have gone

I would not know even how to tell you

How the stars turn above me here

If again I played it out I would leave you

some sign

or promise of return

that though I seek my soul

wherever left

I carry you with me

That maybe along the road I'll find

The words to make it right

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