Silence prevails.
Where once the wanderer traced the paths.
Silence prolongs.
When once the birds chirped in harmony.
The winds blow the dry leaves aimlessly.
Where once the winds kissed the luscious leaves.
The tree now stands bare in solitude
When once it gave shade to many a traveler.
The lonely road stretches far.
Where once the flowers danced encouragingly on the side.
The journey is long now
With neither sight, feeling nor the guide.
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