Let me take you for a little walk,
It is in this town I have never been to, along the roads I
address as unknown
I don’t expect you to be abreast to this little journey,
time is the longest it will take to complete
I wish to let you know
I wish to let you know
Pray, must you later tell someone I tricked you, in the manner
of a comforting banter?
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This place, where we now stand is where I first heard a Cuckoo
whisper, and in the next an Owl howl,
But this is not the beginning of the path per say, it’s a fork.
You can either take a step forward or turn around to go back to another start.
I like to call this the Fork of Faith. I must clarify it’s not
Religion I speak of but the insistence and belief in taking time towards the
course of unknown turns and incidents.
So shall we?
You see these trees that cover the abundance that is this long
stretch, they were a mere spectacle of Tyndall’s find until one of our kind
walked through this dwelling of charms that are fallen leaves and withered wood,
reeking of the sumptuous Petrichor.
If you may, take a deep breath into the slight moist air and you
will know what the Mulberry fruits and sweet Lavender from the hidden view have
shared with us.
Let us walk further, or perhaps just revel in this solemn slumber,
and take one step a day.
I don’t know the way ahead, I wouldn’t care to know either. I
know enough for the canvas I had laid.
I killed birds with stones, and while you saw me from the
distance with a million question in your eyes I watched over you.