Walkways to distant lands lie empty before me,
beckoning with nature's frivolity and fun.
Sitting here on the doorstep of humanity,
looking over landscapes with an eye of my mind,
watching it's beauty unfold.
A stillness, chilling the atmosphere with it's
brilliance, settles on imagination's shores,
filled with anticipation for tomorrow's future,
lying in the balance.
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