You are searching, hope may keep you warm for a while.
You are wondering how many moons have passed
In the shadows of the leaves, under the sun.
Sparkles of gold ideas digging holes in the clouds of a blue sky, in the speed of sound.
A few miles away a bright smile waving hands, but not in a goodbye.
The sweet taste of sugar in the lips.
The vanilla scent freed you from the maze you stumbled upon
Guiding you back home.
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