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Lonely Trails I Walk

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Walking through the ghostly, foggy mist

Trails to the left and right make a wicked twist

An echoing owl off in the distance

Reminding me of his hidden existence

Crunching leaves under my feet

Breathing in air so fresh and sweet

Rays of sunlight drifting through the branches

While off to the hillside a butterfly dances

Sounds of a rushing, rolling stream

Almost as if I’m walking through a dream.


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