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Apr 2018
I wonder through a maze of my own creation.
Lost without a map, a train with no station.

Lacking a purpose, pursuit, goal.
Like a miner without any coal.

But I know there is light at the top of this hill.
I have a hope and a dream that I might fulfil.

A little more time and a clear bit of focus.
You will see, one day I will bloom like a crocus.
Written by
Imi F Hughes
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