Wandering down misty-colored lanes, tasting aromas
of what nature places in our way, hoping to please
our senses and rejuvenate our spirits.
All the while walking towards our destinies in hopes
of going beyond black curtains of death, leaving our
sunsetical shores behind as we begin our new lives in
beginnings of spirituality.
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