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  • Anonymous

The Middle Way

Doubts made me side step

And lose my way, falling into

Uncertain shuffle, before stopping to pause

And breathe

Wet scents and insect accents

Built a fresh mood,

A resolve to admire the fresh grass

And the potentials

Laying back and giving

Myself to the yawning gray canvas,

The idea of choice

turned small

Anonymous was a winner of the Poetry Contest for Term V.


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