INSPIRATIONAL, POETRY, WORD

Turn the page

We who in the dust of creation have turned strangers,
sloping away like glacier
fast skiing to the bottom,
The gaze of winds no longer keep up with the falling leaves on a cold day,
as the empty skies stare in wonder
of what became of the two wanders.

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