the far edge
dusk lives at the far edge of the horizon where the etchings of experience are lain carved before eternity
experience lives in the cracks of the weathered and speaks with intangible understanding
a glance that is timeless – spoken but not said
some – some were born knowing
some were born to follow
some were born to be tamed
but when the light comes back together again not a separation will be named
– K
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