Walking a path
Moist with dew
I reminisces things
That I had forgotton
Long ago somewhere.
In nocturnal world
I resist that slumber
Which I know, is comely
And true for me
But there is a fear
Which kills me from within.
Here in this moist path
I draw my memory clear
And here I remember
How much I've lost
As I walked down the path with time.
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