the fields shimmer with endings
each drop a tiny world
where the sun rehearses return
in the distance, a road
loses itself in haze-
I follow anyway
perhaps meaning was never
what waited at the end
but the walking itself
#poetry
the fields shimmer with endings
each drop a tiny world
where the sun rehearses return
in the distance, a road
loses itself in haze-
I follow anyway
perhaps meaning was never
what waited at the end
but the walking itself
#poetry