Leaving Imprints


Reach for my hand
across fragile soil.

Step softly 

through tears
joining hands and seasons
where time flies

and wind song sweeps up dreams

leaving us weary,

but smiling.

We choose which path to wander
when there are forks in the road,
or seeds to sow,

whisper my name

or strum chords of wishes
through silken notes.

Run through flowers, wild;
carve your message
in the sands,

leaving imprints;
tiny hands

of children gathering stars;

fireflies filling miles of sky
in collective sigh

jealous of your shimmer.
You are breaths of morning,
feathered promises shining down

from rain dance, flutter
come these miracles of mine.




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