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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