how do two lives synchronize?Were we born from the same breath?
Apples falling from a tree
A tree of dreams
Constantly searching for realities that never came true,
Listening to the mountain air,
smelling herbs long forgotten by new generations,
pitching fire flickers across a moonlight valley
hearing songs sung long ago
songs whose words are soon forgotten
whose meaning hangs between the twilight of today and tomorrow.
Each of us travel this weary path
Nothing noble in our wake,
Maybe it is my wake I speak of,
Maybe it is me who is in that space between
Today and tomorrow.
Where nothing and all things exist.
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