Those who walk in other's footsteps
have no doubts. The spirit follows
what has made it, who it loves.
Oceans ravage the dogged shores
receding to its purple lair; even
stars swallowed in its shimmering
come back again. In the morning,
stick-legged birds dance across
shining sands until they fly into
the blazing clouds, following the sun.
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