Cloudless night

sleep forsaken for

the lack of dreams


walking softly outside

under a carpet of stars

shadows from branches

are cast onto a

narrow dirt path


light breezes disturb

wax twisted leaves,

a fright to imagine

if it were ghosts

moving about


there is a sense

of being unearthed

and homeless

standing on the

birth of dust.


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