Steps Leaving Whispers…

The "Baile Trail"



even and especially

the sounds of birds in the day and night

trigger a desperation to press myself hard against nature

and hold on to the shortening days of my life

Days I want to turn into magic

but the knot keeps tightening

and my legs are dragging

I’m looking for the one

who lives between

the folds of time

The one who walks a happy path

She who is lame with love

and terrified of steps leaving whispers on empty shelves

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