Question me not in the paths I take,
Where phantoms behind veil of dark hide.
Walk not ahead of me,
For you will slow me down,
Walk not behind me,
For you will fall back,
Walk with me to the future times,
Where in the held hands promises will flutter,
The promise of shared gladness kept,
In cocoons of love nests we built,
From which in fulfillment they evolve,
Into the happiness of those times.
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