On the Pages

(written October 2024)

On cobbled streets, I silently roam,
blending into the stones.
I am a silhouette, a shadow of Twilight’s embrace,
never held by anyone’s gaze.
Of me, you will find no trace.
Within bricks, I mould myself between foundations.
I am a silhouette and a ghost.
With a wisp of air, I disappear, never viewed by anyone
eyes.
In the shadows, I travel, leaving an invisible thread.
You can seek me here or there.
You will not find me.
Only on the pages of books, where I die
as I bleed my ink.

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