Over

My grooves are arid
Slender hollows slide
discarded wallows

Partly from follows
The shadow slices
sealed not with the eye

Little form devoured
Light from pain scoured
Flowered new beginnings

Rushed and still covered
The halo still hovered
over you my brother

Stored and locked inside
Tomorrow’s joy ride
Imprisoned in pride 

Its under waiting
Your shadows fading
Easily evading

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