Paths (An Original Poem)
In my way I see stones, and I kick them out of sight.
I forget about them quickly but they keep knocking,
knocking on my life's door.
I keep walking steady, safe and sound.
Sometimes I run and stop all of a sudden.
I see no more stones but answers,
when I calm down my heart and close my eyes.
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