I can feel this time more.
It took distances, to carry it sometimes.
My hair making a long line in the wind, wrapping my face.
To touch your hand.
The weather is going to get dark.
Red turns to gold, orange to gray.
I finger the threads along that unknown road.
A part of me becomes a part of you.
I walked so long.
I thought so hard,
creating a cryptic wilderness in my heart.
I wanted to paint it all without using any of my abilities.
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