wild green moss and
cold stone slabs
awaiting a mix of magic
and love to get them
warm again
sun is rare in these parts
and i can beg for it with
a single salty tear.
tread this trail with me
it's far and wild
across monuments,
past cliffs and ocean grey.
this is where charms are counted,
smiles are the roads,
dense sea air the glue
holding my perfect vision together.
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