She beats me in the back stretch
when the sun is at my back.
She is slimmer and taller,
every day she disappears and every evening she wains.
She holds secrets best of all
she never speaks to anyone but myself.
Sometimes I wish I could join her world
full of pebbles and unspoken rituals.
But it would a world doomed to half following, half leading.
And thats not a world at all.
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