The path

I strode across an endless road,

Hazed in cloud and mist.

None greeted me along,

But the mossed old trees.


A lone journey deciphered,

Into a promise to keep.

Like the flowers bloom everyday

To make the fragrance seep.


Each step taken alone

And every passing moment

Was worth a million hue.

Because, at the end of this illimitable road

I found you.

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