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I walk through the paths in the mountain sides.
Slowly walking in small strides.
Gandering upon the night skies.
Wondering what will be for me.
When the morning dew, set's nature free.
Upon the stone I sit, trying to get my life in my
mind to fit.
Confusing it can be; for all I wanted was you to be
with me.
Now I know, how cold it can be; for your love was
for him and not me.
Paul Randall Fox

Paul Randall Fox © 2016

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