∴
we forged pathways through the unruly lawn, a pursuit of sprites in a lively game of tag leading us to a cluster of majestic oak trees. these trees, plump with their own narratives, murmured unhurriedly, attempting to engage minds moving faster than sap on a winter’s day.
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∴
ship’s late wake, a witch’s cry,
drowning depths, a silent sigh
·
ocean’s grasp, no escape found,
arrived past time, sorrow’s bound
∴
∴
moonlit glen aglow,
witch’s stew bubbles with charm,
herbs confide through steam
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once, windmill chasing in meadows of forgotten songs,
melodies lingered, then forgotten as we dove into soft streams
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Sharp bark of the black wolf, and it was again time to go
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∴
in the desert’s scorch,
mouse forages with hunger’s pull,
haze blurs the true way
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on the shifting dunes,
mouse persists without a pause,
guided by its goal
∴
∴
tomo loje tawa,
nasin pimeja li lon,
toki li kama
∴
translation:
I take the red path,
the dark road is present,
a voice is summoned
∴
upon the highway’s silver ribbon,
i journeyed to where the mountain meets the sky,
a dialogue whispered in the wind,
where roads of earth and dreams entwine
∴
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