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Blooming Distantly

I walk through the trails of the forest,

Collecting little yellow flowers on my way,

As I follow the sound of the water falling,

Under the moody dark sky.

The further I go in the forest,

In search of answers,

New questions and trails are formed,

Leading me nowhere.

So, I turn back and walk straight home,

Because I realize I’ve all the answers,

In me somewhere,

Even if I’m blooming distantly.


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