two wild flowers sprint between forests full of wild ambition and fruitful hopes for intimacy
fleeing in opposite directions but switching back and crossing paths constantly
one hold eyes fixed on the sky and winds that it passes through
gathering awareness of all that grows from the base of trees and their mossy roots
to high branches holding nests of vibrance and sweet pursuit
the other keeps direction merely on its footing
trampling obliviously to the presence of any other
one aware of the other and keeps close watch in hopeful yearning
the other keeps dancing in direction with eyes closed
until paths cease to cross
the dance of one toward another and one toward nothingness forever remains in play
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