tiny hands
throwing rocks
to watch the ripples dance
the ashes float
of a life before
with fallen leaves
and dreams
the soft fold of pine needles
sink beneath my feet
uncharted territory
sigh of relief
a testament
of where i've been
a tender kiss
touch of a hand
rests quietly ont he brim
of my soul
open and free
you found me
silver lining
now turned to gold
quieting my mind
soaking it in
feeling the rush
in the current of this new wind.
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