the enchantment
of fathomless skies
and sunrises
at the marishiten
the eight trails of light
leading into the forest
and back again
a legend of your culture.
hold my hand
let me touch the earth
as we exchange souls
and make our vows.
inside the inkstone box
are treasures we have written
to be ours
when our hearts can no longer
thrive in the present

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