Along the banks of a river run raging...
the ground beneath has swallowed my feet.
If only the storming rain
would stop its crying upon my face
long enough to see
the paths which lay before me.
There is no ease
in pushing forward,
reaching for the hand
I can not see.
My senses lead me forward.
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