The Wanderer Stands Beneath the Sky
The sky does not explain itself
It simply opens.
The wanderer... quiet with ash and memory
Does not ask it to.
For there is a wind that knows his name
It never speaks it aloud.
As together, they walk...
Not forward, but further.
Copyright © Brian Rusch | Year Posted 2025
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