Farewell, my e(il)lusive god,
My genie from land of a mills .
I tried to run
after wind,
But suddenly lost my breath.
Farewell, mine escape from me,
I'd been choosing this way
for too long.
Here
is no way
to home,
Only meadow and changing breeze.
Farewell,
I'm seeing my storm,
I know that I should go through.
Fear was always the clearest clue
To Where
I must go
To.
(14/7/23)
Farewell
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