a minuet in the golden hour
the frost glowed its vapor
as the sun surfaced from its
eternal shine-
ephemeral patterns of birds
flew in the distance among
the tallest tree lines;
as i journeyed toward the light,
my eyes were stupefied by its sight,
so i followed the birds
and found migration in my vaporous heart,
somewhere in its eternal center,
a chill within me felt no longer winter.
a minuet in the golden hour
the frost glowed its vapor
as the sun surfaced from its
eternal shine-
ephemeral patterns of birds
flew in the distance among
the tallest tree lines;
as i journeyed toward the light,
my eyes were stupefied by its sight,
so i followed the birds
and found migration in my vaporous heart,
somewhere in its eternal center,
a chill within me felt no longer winter.
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