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Life trails behind me
A scrappy sweep of leaves
I’ve trodden through -
A path which reads
My footprints sunk
In sodden ground -
A broken opening through
Undergrowth, where
Only I have trekked -
What trees I’ve passed
Beneath! What meadows
Graced by foot?
Has the path meant
Anything so far?
I gaze into that
Foggy copse that calls
Me forward.
Will I find my way?
Do treasures before me
Lay in undiscovered
Vales, unthought, undreamt?
To be?
Life trails behind me
A scrappy sweep of leaves
I’ve trodden through -
A path which reads
My footprints sunk
In sodden ground -
A broken opening through
Undergrowth, where
Only I have trekked -
What trees I’ve passed
Beneath! What meadows
Graced by foot?
Has the path meant
Anything so far?
I gaze into that
Foggy copse that calls
Me forward.
Will I find my way?
Do treasures before me
Lay in undiscovered
Vales, unthought, undreamt?
To be?
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Check out my new poem, "Scrappy Sweep of Leaves," on @paragraph: https://paragraph.com/@theapeiron/scrappy-sweep-of-leaves
An account of a trek through damp terrain and a path marked by sunk footprints, leading to a hidden opening in the undergrowth. The narrator gazes toward a foggy copse, seeking direction and the possibility of undiscovered vales and untold treasures beyond the visible trail. @orcndwarf.eth