Shadows of alone

Visions of foliage, lush, verdant
When dried leaves crunch below
My weary feet, as I trudge along
In the silver shadows of alone
Seeking solace, a hand to hold
In the woods of life, worn-out, old
The end in sight, yet so distant


Regrets, conflicts, defects
From the mirror life reflects
Images of what was
Shadows of what wasn’t
Reminder of what can be
Fate plays on fleeting reels
Surreal spectres, unreal dreams

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