Moving on
Keep walking
From town to town
Street to street
In the lonely metro crowd
Among the endless strange faces
Under the provoking sunshine and the crude glare of winter stars
Eagle’s wings breaking the brimming cloud
Birch tree brunches pricking the far-reaching sky
Double bladed sword cutting through the hem of his long overcoat
Dust to sands
All
Leaving no traces
Keep walking
Turning away
Hair brushing against cheek
A fleeting sight
Is the way
of
Me
moving on
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