She walked under mountain shadows
Through her mind
Barefoot on black sand
Waiting for the moon
That would decorate
The stones around her feet
And pull her back
To the world
Of snow-dusted peaks
And perspective
Where falling stars
Were decoration
And not omens
Where clouds were
Temporary distractions.
Copyright LJ 2021.
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