One morning
When I woke up in the crack of dawn
I found myself leaving the highway behind.
Through the village.
When I ended up in a curve.
I found myself between two halves of a jungle.
The leaves and branches covered the path,
An illusion of a tunnel.
They say there is a light at the end of a tunnel,
I found myself experiencing this.
A start of a new beginning,
a step forward.
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