soft steps through the mist
salty brine kissed off the lips
as i come over the horizon
her fair skin reveals itself
in the shimmery shards of light
cascading in ripples across
blurring edges between sand and limb
nevermore her laughter
nevermore her breathe drawn in
i still my steps
observe and take stock
i memorize the landscape
every turn in the glen
trees, foilage and stone
perfect picture etched in my mind
now is the time to learn of the befallen
to give voice to the one
seek justice with conviction
nearing obsession
annihilate the wrong doers
balance the tallies
hashed on the wall
tenured close to even
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