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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.
