Whitened path of soft scented petals,
Scattered afro from Magnolia tree.
Strolling down a familiar pathway,
Refuge, I yearned to be.
Oh soft Southern breeze,
Scented by Southern air.
Float me on down my pathway,
In abandon, tedious with care.
As vivid Spring colors intermingle,
With memories long ago fast asleep.
Slow my walk down my pathway,
Reawakened thoughts I should keep.
Onward, down my little pathway,
Soul lifts, finally to soar.
Desist, my primrose journey,
Turning the key, to my front door.
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