between left and right . the only real division . is the path chosen
the light at the end . is just part of the journey . in moving forward
a tree in the woods . enjoys anonymity . alone, it’s exposed
at every turn . in life, it is important . to not miss a step
from the wind and snow . a shelter presents itself . without opinion
even a clear path . needs to be taken slowly . in a winter storm
peering through the blinds . reality seems contained . almost workable
recent history . should be the first reference . for future events
there is no quiet . quite like a winter snowfall . only the wind speaks
the eyes can listen . the same as the ears can see . it just takes practice
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