Dwindling Away
The more people she surrounded herself with, the more enticing solitude became, and so she left. After years, I’m going to look for her.
Today, my path clings to the river and turns inland to become a sea of sand, with burdock flowers and scarlet dragonflies on its crests.
Today, my path clings to the river and turns inland to become a sea of sand, with burdock flowers and scarlet dragonflies on its crests.
Atop an old lighthouse, two storks chop up the sky. While looking for a house, I come across a simple shelter. In a mollusk shell, a trace of ash.
inner cold–
to make a fire or a ladder
of the dry tree
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