Stumbling Forward Poem by Iniduo Iniduo
Stumbling Forward
one exists in the hour that awaits
when palms wave from afar
reaching out towards a thousand windows
in a haze along hills of densed splendor
a swell smothers against the safe edge of the shore
water splashes in colors of molten lead
the golden light glows and bears
witness to an absent death
thousand names in forward rolling pebbles expose a whisper;
‘let's move on, this is just a foreground'
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