The Souvenir

Footsteps do follow me,

In the dark roads to my destiny

I choose not to turn back

But follow the aroma,

Spread by the outlandish flowers.

This place isn’t any new,

the same four rock pillars,

Where flowers hang down.

I know not, the color of it,

But the fragrance it spreads,

And waves my darkness away.

The fragrance wanes as time pass by,

Tossing me into darkness again.

I Ought to drag light into my way,

For destiny is waiting for me,

To barge in one day,

When I am done with my days,

Of hardships and wrath of the critic.

So I have ”Miles To go Before I sleep”

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