7: 24 p.m.
Finding pathways, following them into darkened areas of a forest,
freeing my being from all the stress of living today.
Taking avenues apart and lifting self into heights of unbelievable
beauty, sating my appetite for peaceful thoughts to aspire to
highest altitudes of tomorrow's future walkways.
7: 25 p.m. 11/7/13
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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