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and as he walked 
a desolate path 
trudging 
through 
winding roads 
and hidden crevasses 
of the mind 
felt her lingering presence 
creeping 
through the shadows 
as always 
concealed 
waiting 
he never understood 
such reasoning 
imagined 
her pristine beauty 
should they meet 
for too long 
he has dwelt 
these roads of isolation 
keptsafe from 
the hordes 
probing his thoughts 
questioning his intentions 
to what or whose benefit 
he would ask himself 
the silence was his 
maiden fair 
for she held 
no expectations, 
no judgements 
she was just 
there… 
in this canyon of 
serenity 
where he found himself 
yet again…

The Wanderer