Thursday, February 15, 2024

Secret

 

Secret

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Shifting earth, in endless flow;
Vivid breath, where shadows grow.

The traveler trembles, truth unspun,
In the grip of stars, all undone.

Atlas’ weight, a tremor deep,
The heavens stir, no restful sleep.

Eager hues, soft winds in bloom,
As Time unwinds in silent loom.

Each step an echo, silent scream,
A fleeting thread within the dream.

In clay's embrace, the sojourner sighs,
And through the dusk, the cosmos dies.

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