A wayward goddess on the edge of it all....... Walking through the night, searching, for what, she does not know.....
Winds blow in hard and cold; winter at her feet......ice in her soul
Paths that cross, and cross again
Gaining ground; rocks tumbling down, slipping.....wild heart, gasping for air....
See her there? Standing in the shadows......reaching out
Striving to move, mired in; trapped
Dreams, as out of reach as the moon and stars.....
Always wandering, life, rewinding in slow motion.....
people, places, things....whirling together to become a blur........
Is it her?
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