Vapors of the Heart

My burning heart casts vapors into the wind

And the mountain grows higher every day.

My reflection is blurred by the fog –

As The River No passes far below my feet

She dances farther away to her own tune

Her march getting louder as she climbs the mountain

She did not look back to see I had fallen behind.

I am broken, forgotten, and left for waste –

My dear Wormwood what have you done?

Tomorrow she will find herself alone and strong.

And my page will again be blank.




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