©2021 Michael Raven
the lonely, rutted footpath wends overgrown ahead taking up my walking stick with acquiescence and a sigh i place but one foot before the other and enjoin the thorny journey in my sunsetting days
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©2021 Michael Raven
the lonely, rutted footpath wends overgrown ahead taking up my walking stick with acquiescence and a sigh i place but one foot before the other and enjoin the thorny journey in my sunsetting days