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Arcadia
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night sky lies bereft and bound
my fingers, cold and tired still,
tracing the fading stars
in one final attempt
to pull myself closer
to wherever home is
through the dark clouds
and distant emotions
that linger high in the air
and my lips, cold and puckered,
whistling melody of the dust
for all things i’ve lost
across the seas
across the lands
and for all things
yet to be found
in me, in you, in us
and for all of you i’ve missed
what stories would the wind tell you?
i wonder, as i clench shifting sands anew
while the world starts waking up
into a hollow dream,
i step away from that sleepless night
to somewhere we don’t belong
with seashells in my pocket
and ocean air in my lungs.
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Somewhere
23.09.19
5:15 AM