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Sunday, March 20, 2011

Off the Beaten Path


I run from myself
My troubles
My life

Until I'm lost among the wild

I seek peace from the memories
The hurt
The sorrow

But here I find a flower
Filled with blush
Of pink

And it all comes rushing back
You and me
Us

Here we are together again
In my regretted memories

You drown me even when I run
You find me
Even when I flee

Where can I escape you
I wonder softly

Maybe if I walk and walk one day
You will disappear from my shadows

So, there, I began.

3-16-11

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