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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.
