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The questions haunt 
the genes who could’t stay 
in flesh and a womb. 
A winter moon picks up 
the forgotten trail. 
Night slaps a white cloud on my eyes. 
A face swims on a lake. 
A splash of color. 

A yellow leaf falls 
on the path of destiny 
the moon enters a tree. 
Burden of arithmetic shifts. 
I take a break from my pain. 
A star twinkles hesitantly 
outlines a shadow. 
I watch a violet flame. 

The fear sprints. 
I run towards a non-truth 
Revenge of love overwhelms, 
journies to zero pain. 
Inward window opens to more queries. 
Life revisits, ignites the dark spaces. 
Intimate trust melts like lava.