A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
The Eyes Watch the Body
Autumn is a luxury
A gift to those born in the spring
When rains are heavy, cold and merciless
Branches are greener for me, always greener
Like a secret tucked away or an
Insect, imprisoned in a paradise of amber
See how the eyes shake
How the fingers curl into feeble claws
But I am, behind
You
Always behind
Watching you take two steps forward
While I take one forward and one backward
Trying to understand the motion of your body through
Lenses of orange color
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