Who am i?

heavenly earth
galley of angels
silent battlefield
Capricious soul
dust to dawn
ashes to asteroids
mortal men
molded clay
breath of life
sacred love
burst of light

yet, i stumble,
when i fall

peach winds rest
as bashful orange
autumn leaves land
on hollowed ground

the shy sycamore tree
shakes its branches free
from the autumn cold,
embraces me with open arms

still, we find a narrow
path alone a winding road

without a sound or foot
planted firmly on the ground

sweet golden leaves resound,

i have found, that i stumble
When i fall

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