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Click hereCrossroads,
of dreams once sewn
sartorial, seams meaningless.
No choice
remains
one place, to go
unknown.
Once robed,
in warmth of downy memory
cold lies, now gathered at our feet.
Soft steppes
in shoulders bared, behind, windswept
the tracks of lonely tears, once shed
unknown.
Eyes closed,
we hear the distant thunder lace
among the corridors of salt and pepper clouds.
In calling, chase
elusive,
veiled the passage promise, waits
unknown.
Alone, we greet
amidst a thinning loom
ghosts pale, as dream takes leave.
In endless fall, of eyes
awake,
conceived our very mystery.
Crossroads