swept away

in the passing these things came to be
what would be found had escaped
shadows trail the traversing paths
meandering green overgrown with time

thinking always outside yourself
those pieces lost along the way
outward glances and gestures made
such foolish blindness caressed

there beyond the edge of sky
fly perceptions held dearly once
delicate borders your world had kept
captured in buried silent web

something dark lurks the morning fog
hunts the one that struggles and brawls
sweet defeat the day had swept
and lowly she laid her love down

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