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Road Unseen
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I walk a road unseen for many a year
except in my dreams or my wakeful yearning.
This misty day — my joy replaces my tears.
Who would've dreamt I'd find myself returning?
Some pasts morph into shape-shifted fresh frontiers –
reward for growth, for humbling and discerning.
I splash in puddles picking up wildflowers,
now lifting my face to fate-scented showers.
Copyright ©
Sara Etgen-Baker
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