Its a nonchalant summer evening
With confused golden rays of sun…
Filtering from behind,
The clouds so dense and dark…
Its a long winding road
Like a black snake in hot desert sand...
Writhing through,
The forest so dense and dark…
Its not a horizon of gold and black
But a dark green wall of leaves…
Engulfing everything in,
A curtain so dense and dark…
Its dark and dense and dense and dark
I grapple for a reason why I am walking on…
Perhaps, perhaps,
Sometimes there is no reason…
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