When the eyes seem blinded
With dark and dusk
Of gloom and despair,
Mind rotten and rust
The foray into getting lost
Perhaps, be the last thought
With time, the wounds effervesce
The path ahead could be luminescent
If not glowingly bright..
Walk past the past
Blemish not the present
Walk not on your shadow..
And circle the dark again!
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