In the Footsteps of the Cyclopes

The sky is pale at sunset. The stone moon haunts, mute, above the hills. I'm seeking, without hesitation, among white sands and shells, cold tracks, old tracks of cyclopes. Silent thoughts bury themselves in my hair, bare, stripped of dreams. #poem #nature #cyclopes #moon #twilight https://mcghilea.wordpress.com/2022/10/24/in-the-footsteps-of-the-cyclopes/

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