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Trail’s End: The Great Beginning

Hear words spoken softly

whispering kindly

seeking solitude

shelter from the storm.

See withering roses planted

the sky above paying tribute,

fresh water flowing

through breezes in the dark

to places unknown

on paths never taken.

The never ending search

for trail’s end.

The great

beginning.

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