The Walk


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I walk down this road,
To find small treasures,
A flower in bloom,
Colors in all measures.

A tree calling out,
To me, inviting,
To sit in its shade,
Induce the writing.

A glimpse into the lives,
Of strangers who live around,
I wonder about their lives,
And their dreams abound.

A picture is more,
Than a mere image,
Its the story of a moment,
Its a nomads pilgrimage.

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