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Pathway MAG
March 27, 2017
A path
a road
a winding stream
it embodies all my dreams
my heart
my hope
a flame alight
shadows wither all in sight
a lamp
it glows
the tunnel’s end
a drab tar city turns to sand
a glimpse
a snatch
it’s all I owned
a slice of color of my home
But now
it’s here
a summit still
I’m vexed in solace I feel fear
An earth
my clay
a craftsman’s gold
I write my life much like a scroll
The sun
it shines
for me today
I’ll forge treasures with my clay
© Rachel M., Camarillo, CA
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