when you can just
step across
to meet?
when you are afraid
i will build bridges
drawn with flowers
and the smile of donkeys
but if you walk away
i will search oblivion
in the forest of life
and swim in my waters
the lakes are deep
and silvery from the moon
the birds pause in their song
when i reach the shore
there i will rise
with the wind
like smoke, gone
far into the sky
where i will be nameless
and cannot be called
to drift with fate
until.
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