Day light is burning.
I ran the finish line to my quest,
answers heavy under rocks and derby.
I wrestled for along time to dig them up, shed sweat,
Frustration.
Anticipation.
But there was no way around it, pushing and shoving didn’t work;
Kicking and pulling made things worse.
So I pondered, for what felt like an eternity.
Then, sun broke ice. Uncovering the root,
Of all this. I beckoned the trail. Feet slippy and uncertain.
‘Here rests the entwined consciousness of our souls’.
The line was in clear vision.
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- Published: October 30th, 2019 07:54
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