Freitag, August 24

8

On my way back, I encountered
A slightly different path.
It was not less travelled,
Nor underestimated,
And I knew not whereto it led.

Still I did not daunter;
I closed my eyes and laughed.
Instead of stone, I stepped on gravel,
Fear with joy now alternated
Of the path I would now tread.

So then I began to saunter
The very day my mind would fath.
The secrets I unravelled,
My thoughts at once levitated
Out of minutes time had shed.

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