Staircases of mist
to follow you
up
to the rooftops
of every morning
watching the light as it hits
peaks of the woods
it hits me
you should have never follow it
now all the sorrow soked up to the ground
returns from the ground
against its gravity
from where you lay
to where you are
may we meet again
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