The Hidden Path Poem by Frederick Kesner
The Hidden Path
A small road, untouched by human hands,
Unveiled only to those who truly see,
A lane for butterflies and buzzing bees,
Their secret journey through nature's tapestry.
If it leads somewhere, who can really say?
I just sigh, knowing its end's beyond reach,
This unseen path, no ride will take me there,
A wanderer's thoroughfare, always calling me.
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