Path

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    Path
    Drifting down a path
    with budding flowers
    of purple and red.
    I dream of my perfect world.
    A world of peace and harmony.
    Walking down this quaint path
    I wander off into the mist
    hoping to be taken away
    into my magical world.

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    MCram’s Poems (21)

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