TOES POINTING EAST

Time over memories.
Hand waves to the traces of stale tomorrows,
Drenched in dust smoke behind my feet.
Thoughts weigh heavier on one foot,
And heaviest on the other.
From halting to pacing,
A history.

© Gheeneil

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