Something flutters on fragile wings
a thought, memory of emotion long since abandoned.
Strengthened by sound –
the rise and fall of crickets’ serenades
crescendo carries it farther and finally
you come to me
In the air, amidst the snaking
silhouettes of trees and trickling light
our thoughts embrace.
You hold me there before the magic mist
evaporates. I grope around the empty space
and fog regenerates
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