I turn back
The stretch makes me
Wonder how I traversed
The rugged and rosy terrain...
Thorns and petals
Now look and feel
The same on my
Seasoned feet
The play of light and shadows
Felt the same on my pupils
Even in a breath of respite
Even while I went on negotiating
I appeared the same to myself!
I move on...
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