Walking The Unlived Life
In the weed-webbed wilderness deep within
piles up the wreckage of life unlived,
turning the flushing garden into debris dump.
The pathway paved outside its frail fence
waits to be walked fascinated
to the mesmeric meadow of tomorrow unseen.
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