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EN ROUTE
Sand of endless thoughts,
Mould of soulless words,
Stretch of listless habits,
She crossed the curves,
With anticipation in her eyes,
To reach a finer trail.
LOST---
Untrodden path,
Sheathed with mold, yet lustrous,
Sky murky with out-stretched branches,
The trees creaked in swirling wind,
And the shadows taunted with a grin.
LOST---
Vague chatter pricked her ear,
Seems soothing and amusing to hear,
Enticing to traverse there,
Advanced on foot all bare,
On a stone she tripped with tears,
Vision blurred and turned despair!
LOST ---
Little headway made with aspiration,
To be on the road as her expectation,
Engraved in a timber of wood,
Words of wisdom, there she stood,
Read the lines, letters of truth,
Lessons of life, it is uncouth.
LIGHT ---
