Break my heart.

Keep my soul; shadowed, under your worn and tired stones
Each hardened trail and twisted root-

      Every halting step a piece of me

So many; these scattered moments left behind
   gently dropped from feet – stumbling over rutted paths
Fantastic musings beckon from your hypnotic depths
As day dreamers fade to dew; lulled by sirens’ song


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