Fiyameta
Moving silently without direction
Like an old Saint
Quick yet perturbed
Mimicking a malnourished child
A silhouetted figure in the dark
Slithers across the curve of the Earth
While the dewdrops gather at their pruned toes
Just to find
You.
~Whoever
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