Circles of silence
spinning beneath
the slices
of a vastly field,
veiled
in the morning sun,
where searing memories
are crumbling.
Deceitful steps
are dancing
and I take
depart
from
I stretch
a lonely eye
and hold
a broken Moon,
washing
its gold afar.
Once again,
my hand
is flowing
through the sky,
whispering
long rays
on things,
on earth,
I lean my dreams
in
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