we walked the same path,
going the same direction
but he had no destination,
And I kept following
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The Voice of My Silence
PoesiaThe words that he spat germinated and grew into the tree that overshadowed him What goes around.. From the author: vote and comment if you like what you see
direction
we walked the same path,
going the same direction
but he had no destination,
And I kept following
