flashing in the mist
of a beautiful morning sun
that followed the rain
are moments sowed
in seeds of days remembered
as the sun sets again
uncertain if I am closer
or further away
it’s a hollow feeling
heading north with no direction
arrival may not come
until the last day

Wow, so immersing and relatable. Amazing piece.
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