With Poetic Talk
I walked down a road and thought I saw myself...
The tree lined visions spilled with little help...
The sounds rained down with such a familiar taste..
On my palate they sat , and not a piece did I waste...
Some that I swallowed were layered in joy and fear...
Others were covered in a love so near...
Then the road turned cloudy with unfamiliar steps...
Bright colors filtered over as small dreams wept...
It was my future, and with wisdom and strength I walk...
Where whispered cries and rhyming smiles shout in poetic talk...
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