Stories Float
Through
My
Foggy
Trek
As
I
Grow
Weary
Of
The
Pain;
Slouching
Slogging
Suffering
In
The
Mire,
One
More
Step,
One
More
Day;
Looking
Back
At
My
Path
I
See
A
Picture
Of
Beauty;
Looking
Ahead
I
Feel
The
Heavy
Damp
Drizzle
Of
Unclear
Choices
© tales0397
Fairytale Poetry 
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