into the mist

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dew, walking on the fresh grass,

crossing the green path,

talk, laughing with them,

held them close to my heart,

canopy, leave behind uncertainty,

walk into the gate of another time,

stop, and it's all in the mist,

never to look back again,

leave, flip the page,

~ but my chapter didn't end

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