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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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