©2023 michael raven

my people moved on
a long time ago,
wandering outside
lines drawn
falling beyond
velvet nights & 
reason, unbound
by graves or golden
branches held up high

on only a wraith
of dream & feather
i follow the only
path that was
ever real; footprints
in drifts,
a whisper of song
on the wind

Photo by Marek Piwnicki on

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