Doubts made me side step
And lose my way, falling into
Uncertain shuffle, before stopping to pause
And breathe
Wet scents and insect accents
Built a fresh mood,
A resolve to admire the fresh grass
And the potentials
Laying back and giving
Myself to the yawning gray canvas,
The idea of choice
turned small
Anonymous was a winner of the Poetry Contest for Term V.
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