Cross Roads
Blades of stone
Walls of leather
High way down toward the tree line
Sights unseen
Carving bones to dust
Waves of flowers burn
Quote the wind, discern
Heavy guilt lifted
Treasure stolen will return
I begat High ways.
Silence the frequencies
Blades of Light descend
I am a cross road man
Copyright © Patrick ORourke | Year Posted 2024
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