Lost in the dense fog
Gloom hangs on the trees
On this Path devoid,
I travel
Long after dusk
Ages until dawn
On this Path,
Never ending
I travel alone
Snow, fresh fallen
Buries the landscape
Where I have been
I do not see
Where I go
I never know
Lost on this Path,
Never ending
Gloom all around
I continue to travel
Until maybe
I will see
A turn in the Path.
4/5/20
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