Poem: Along

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On watery paths one strolls to clarity,

as a way to seek what flows within.

Through fog one tends to plead abundantly,

to grasp the right point to begin.

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Blindly one reaches to find the trigger,

knowing the future holds no promise.

Of torn veins, and one is left to linger,

and push assurance into darkness.

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A solace’s call disguises merits,

while effort ends a valuable connection.

One can burn attacks in spirits,

when succeeding with the right selection.