clouds drifting to east
stars beautiful at rest
raise my fingers; see
invisible shadow; me
i hear grass growing,
earthworm slithering
leaves scattered on dirt
covering footsteps; left
streaks of light thru a tree
shining path; i could see
where does it go unknown
in my mind it's way home
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