In the wandering path I stroll,
Passing plenty of green grassy knolls
Stumbling through crooked thorns,
Trampling on plants that were lost and in mourn,
Not sure of where I am going,
I was swept up like water flowing,
Each step I take on this path,
I see new fruits crushed by wraith,
Indecision and fear took hold,
In the wandering path I strolled.
- @Shanesthatwriter
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Guys go check out @Shanesthatwriter 's account, he is a amazing poet and he definitely deserves more follows and reads!
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