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The Path

I’m walking on a path,

With daisies and peonies,

Just below the fluffy clouds,

Floating in the bright blue sky,

But the mist in the air,

Becomes heavier with each step,

Fogging the path,

Making a maze,

With unreasonable turns.

Seems like,

The destination is too far-fetched.

Seems like,

The path is what I’ll only get.

 
 
 

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