In The End

this path, of golden pebbles

has thorny copper leaves

in the end

this path, of a crushed heart

has a love laid, of fine arms

in the end

these walls, on snows of iron

melt into rivers of gold

in the end

these walls, framed in memories

bring spiders who remember longer

in the end

eyes held by silky threads of wonder

find winds to freeze the dream

in the end

eyes held by creepers undusted

come home for a moonlit candle

in the end

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