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Mar 2016
The cool wind was a delightful touch.
Gentle, upon my face.

I walk when I am lost.
Ultimately, I just want to find a way
somewhere, surprising.

Every time,
I come home temporarily soothed,
and collected.
Observably more inspired.

Yet I am still lost.
Now more than ever
lacking a purpose.

Tomorrow, I may walk even longer.
© Danny Mak 2016
Danny Mak
Written by
Danny Mak  26/M/Florida
(26/M/Florida)   
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