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Mislaid in the woodland of the mountain god
Incarnate spirits wander, guarding a reckless baby.
Freezing feet searching pavements toward the gateway of exit.
Exhausted, scream of fear and loneliness.
Pulled out an Amaranthine young boy wearing mask unveiled his heart.
Human touch that imbibes the spirit until vanished like ashes.
Mountain god’s invincible spell poured upon Gin
Set foot within while losing trails.
A piece of wood linking each other’s sentiment.
On a summer festival, in the light of a firefly forest
Obliterating distance and empty space like punches of colors in the night sky.
‘Twas love that swathed the enchantment.