Recondite obscurity will terminate,
You will oscillate with complacency gurgitation.
Isn't it cognizant?
Some tacit shadows are surrounding you
I know.
No exotic stranger will come.
With blundering
You can come to the intangible arbitrium.
But i will be there, beside you
On the way of your passing by.
I know,
You will do no wrong in the fog end.
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Passing by! ! ! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.