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The Old Path

I’ve walked this way
a hundred times –
well, when I went
through lows and highs.

It sensed beginnings
and goodbyes,
and watched me
dancing with the pines.

It noticed darkness
in my eyes,
and heard me asking
whens and whys.

It showed me stars
and sunny skies,
drew flying birds
and butterflies.

Today my path
was paved with ice –
somehow this time,
I saw it twice:

in fading glim
and stunning lights.


Header: Pierre Borthiry aka Peiobty on Unsplash.

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