The Only Path

She is the sunset resting above the shore.
She is the truest form of real,
Always making me crave more.
I believe in the power of grace;
And I use my strength to seek your face.
Oh, how I miss you in this place.

It won’t leave me.
Its roots are strong.
The foundation sturdy.
No gusts of wind,
or weathering of time
can erase your taste.

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