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Dusty rocky path colors our tired feet.The sole is painful and tired from the long walk from childbirth.The dusty wind paints our clothes stained red.Our sweat baths us in pool of weariness.Thorns arrest weary travellers and stare in their face until they free themselves.The water bottle hangs aimlessly and tightly bolted. It fuels our ability to take the journey.
We have thread on the mountains and valleys.Crossed the rivers,streams,tropics and the desert. We burry those whose sun cease to shine on them.
Others gets lost but no one searches,we carry our own yoke.
The weak stumble and begs,the strong bullies, the wise cheats, fools perish,the rich rules and poor ruined.
Our footprint is our trademark of existence.
Yes, journey to unknown is our fate
We only forcast our destination but can't even see when we gets there?
Life is our journey, where are you?
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