Kifing Souls

Swaying along in stride on packed trail
Sands moving with the heartbeat of Life
Stars so bright skies so high moon
Shadows cast trails slithering slowly past
Speech stops to keep words
Safe inside
So they are not dust on a swollen tounge…come closer
Swift Wind toss this heart’s
Sword away from me Moon
Shadows move silently past in white robes
… Stalking destinations unknownTraders of thoughts and caravans of dreams
Under old stars with old names
Carrying fantasy from one being to another
Kifing souls

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