Green grass on hills rolling
(demarking valleys that lie between)
A lone wanderer tracks a tattered trail
A lone wanderer tracks a tattered trail
Two boots on mud (shoots breaking through
only to be beaten down)
The map is detailed, complex
Ordnance survey of a scattered scape
But it does not contain what she sees now
Peaking through the woods
Mere steps away (reaching towards the sky)
It grasps at the heavens and attains but
A quick shattered snap as she shoots it bright
Recording the memory
Then moving away.
Then moving away.
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