Further Still

I have travelled far by myself.

Oblivious to the rain that softens the air,

I have climbed high above everything.

I have sat in the solitude of dusk

And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes.

I have seen it curl into obscurity.

I have created many a work of art in my mind,

Inspired by the clearing skies

As they paint themselves into night.

I have caught a glimpse of the silver crescent and star

And further still I travel.

--Ranjani

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