In the fog of loyalty
shadows move following
a path that seemed mapped out in advance but
instead reveals the limits
of its territory. Who are we?
And what does that mean?
to a wise eye and a sympathetic ear?
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#3092 poetry
at the top of the hill
a sadness in the shoulders
vertigo of the gaze
the weight of love
in the folds of the arm
light*
Go towards the shadows
so that you can see the light
dive into winter. Waiting to see
clearly
in the twilight
side by side, forever
back to back, face to face
*posted in July 2021, edited in July 2022
haiku
gray weather, one's wings
as cold as in December
turning to oneself conditional
I could do this
I should say that
I would like to go here
I would like to live like that