An Alternative

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there is a prowess, one no one knows
it lies within the words, you last spoke
tirelessly searching, for that neat change
a meaning benign, you expect it to find

sugar and spice, flavors in spite
treading the smell, of the aroma so ripe
you walk the land, following the scent
closing in, each step as you do not make haste

words of sighs, oofs and ahh’s
you grow a bit tired, and you still try hard
aiming to make it to that test
to try your best, to set your deep print

marks that speak, your struggles and heart
your idle worries, that tore through across
the ones you sailed, and the ones you had drowned
the change you had set, and the change you have found

Peace, Thank you so much for reading.