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RESTLESS
She did wander in the paths,
not knowing everyday.
Discontent in different directions.
Longing the way to connections.
It was her right to discover
how what is this way and that.
Yearning and longing to recover.
Taking a path to astray.
Knowing the difference and making
things right to an extent.
Life does wait for the taking.
Restless does stop now aware.
Michaela Warren 2011
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