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Apollo

I'm whittling wood
Fashioning the dirt
With flaky shavings
Where I once saw you
Carved into the stone
I'm making grooves
In the fallen logs
Tucked away in
The depths of the trail

And I think this
Is where I belong
Right now I'm alone
But amongst the trees
I'm always at home
Nestled in notches on trees
Thinking I can find you
In the whistle of the stream

But when the breeze blows
It carries particles
Resembling stardust
And I breathe in something
I never thought I'd know
A scent sweet like lychee
The fleeting smell of hope
Hidden under the sun