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On the path you get lost ’cause you can’t find —
Your way; no doors through the puddles find sway.
To open, reveal the road; thus, engraved —
With the direction, you’re hunting; rain blinds,
No better journeys exist than chill times —
Where your wet, but exhausted you find ways.
Though angry winds, with freezing sleet berate,
Wandering lost, you’ll burn in your mind —
Slippery trails, bricks steeped in sludge, than trills —
Of harsh winds chiming against grim sign posts;
Metallic melodies haunt, notes crescendo, thrill —
Calling to you, as you pray soulfully;
That your mind won’t panic, but think calmly.
Enlightened, finding Home through the rain’s song.
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