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Lost I walk

     through dark silent forest

where no breath of breeze

     does rustle leaves

sunlight muted

     comes down softly

muting colors

     and shadows soft

In the distance

     quiet babbling

of distant waters

     flowing by

dark and moist

     goes a pathway

trodden by

     many feet

in the distance

     like soft mist flowing

wisps of whiteness

     I behold

shaping mist

     taut tight curving

flowing lines

     I do see

colors muted

     half way seeing

hints of wonders

     I would see

flowing onward

     from me leaving

going on

     in still air

seeking after

     to find the pathway

to follow after

     where it might be