Lately I feel
Like a lost shoe, detached from the step.
Its open mouth
Condemned to become a sigh in the sand.
You whisper: my skin is old leather.
Now I know that even having arrived up to here,
To this shore of murmurs,
Was worthwhile.
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from www.trilogyofthemirrors.com
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