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A chosen path


The fog of an old fear
that loomed over the sky
now seems to have lifted
The aquamarine landscape,
like an empty canvas, 
now awaits to be painted
The light of an undying hope
is now burning bright
with an unbridled flame
The colours of a faded life
are changing shades,
The picture is not the same
With the path chosen,
and a companion in tow,
the journey has begun
Time flies with every step
But there's no need to hurry,
There's no need to run