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A frozen bay a single trail
Where wind composes ancient tale;
Red twigs protrude like silent signs
That mark the edge of old designs
I walk until the ice complains
Each crack a verse that truth explains;
To stand on risk to trust the weight
Is courage shaped by calm not fate
The distant gulls begin their cry
They split the haze between and why;
The world expands when fear grows small—
No fall can harm the one who’ll fall
At shore I stop the light grows thin
The tide resumes its patient spin;
The footprints fade but not their core—
The soul recalls what once it bore
