written in the sand.

the wilderness and mystique
of the mountains
was a self-reflection.
it was my thoughts
that carried me afar
when the rotten roughness
in my muscles
gave its final verdict
on my breathing.
the end wasn’t near
but cleverly hidden by
the might and the quiet
of her earthly colors.

i dragged my feet
up the granular mix
of granite and wise roots
and mosquitoes
and their aerial routes.

eventually i became a
static existence
with the wind trying
to gush the spirit forward.

i rested my eyes
for an infinite minute
and found myself
next to your eyes
your hands
entangled in mine
right outside the wilderness
of the ocean
our lips
sharing the wine
from the same evening
when your smile
said it all
it is still the reason
why i did fall

and the wake up call
did push me
to look out for the end
i lost the paved path
but i ended up
finding a little more of myself
in your thoughts
written in the sand.

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