The Way

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Walking is the way

to shape and create

who we are,

where we are going;

sharpened by miles,

a boon to cherish.

Walking is the way

to dissolve fears,

strengthening

the mind,

cleansing channels,

a gift to savour.

Walking is the way

day and night,

renewing

jaded spirits,

forging fresh

impressions.

Walking is the way

to gather ourselves,

where metaphors

sparkle,

in which the soul

may sway.

Walking is the way

wherein beauty

may burn.

Memories return;

walking is the way

for now and always.

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