Finding myself on a long path

lined by the final summer kisses


Reaching the grove in the old dark forest



(Knowing that the value of life is something more

beyond misguided comparisons

with terrifying ugliness.)


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Life seeks after my gratitude

for my years of unnecessary suffering

where the only peace was inside





The hours walk by silently



The sea smoke fumbles like a warning



The shadows live







Waking the dawning hour


and I can see you