there's a ghost of a boy
standing by the water
a lock of hair tied to his ankles
there's a trail of footsteps on the ground
crushed leaves painted with colors
they're the barren trees
limbs cracking to fierce winds
it's the rationality of natural beauty
there's the look of his face
as he sees what is there
barren land but full of hidden life
like his own
it's his emotions and his actions
absent
much like an empty vase
there's a fire miles away
burning the field but hurting no one
it's what he left behind that brings him here
with his toes pointed towards copper mountains
here lies his silent sense of content
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