Dead embers smolder
and smoke tumbles through new stars
like a dying waterfall smudging the balmy dusk,
the warmth a faded blanket on my heart.
Crumpled roots outline
the misplaced path below.
Iridescent threads of dew-dipped webs
grip a tipped fence.
Exposed holes reveal time-worn earth
and layers of abandonment.
Between distant trees,
hollow echoes swirl,
dancing along canyon walls.
Empty winds sing like dusty memories.
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