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Walking
Lightly threading,
Into those roads.
Roads by no means,
Have no hope.
Crazed by it,
As it’s empty.
No one to be with,
Nothing to have on.
Watching the view,
Nothing much to do.
Walking this road without you,
Can make it so much lonelier.
It’s just pitch black,
Pure void of the zone.
No one to hear,
Just my own heartbeat here.
Little by little,
I walk to the light.
As a cave in it’s end,
One faithful event will arrive.
