The Lost Path

A young woman lost her way one day,

Uncertain of the path to take, which way to sway,

Her dreams once vivid, now a hazy mist,

Her goals and passions she sorely missed.

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Her mind was clouded, her heart weighed down,

By fears and doubts that seemed to drown,

Her spirit and her will to strive,

For the life she longed to live.

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But then a voice, a gentle breeze,

Whispered to her amidst the trees,

"Be not afraid, for your path is near,

Just listen closely and have no fear."

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She closed her eyes and took a breath,

And in her heart, she found a strength,

To trust in herself, to find her way,

And to follow her heart without delay.

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Slowly but surely, her path appeared,

Through the haze, her vision cleared,

And with each step, she gained a stride,

Towards the life she wanted to abide.

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No longer lost, but with a clear view,

She knew exactly what she had to do,

To live a life that was true and pure,

And to let her passions and dreams endure.

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For even when we lose our way,

And darkness seems to lead the day,

There is always a glimmer of hope,

To guide us through the toughest slope.

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So let us listen to that still small voice,

That whispers softly and offers a choice,

To follow our hearts, to find our light,

And to journey forth with all our might.

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