Mark the time gone by, the evening warm enough to sitOutside as the sun sets. A talisman of transition soothes
My lonely soul.
Mark the time, weeks no traveling done. Mark my own
Company can suffice, even preferred. If given in small steps
I am okay.
Mark the time, strive for the plausible, the hour, the day gained in
Increments of solace between the wide steppes. Too far forward
Looks too empty.
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