The forlorn victory mirrored in the morning sky a moment of recall and a heart that wonders why
The path laid out in circular fashion peppered with an occasional sigh void of passion.
Grasping at the journey behind in order to make sense of where the road winds
Present moments in the journey not found than it matters not where we are bound.
Each living memory and efforts made thus bring depth and beauty to each of us
The forlorn victory no matter the place changes our hearts and leaves an empty space
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