Tunnel
Flames of dejection,
smoky clouds of despair.
Misty shroud concealed my confidence
and path out of this way.
My garden of dreams,
my garden of faith
is shaky on its foundations
but I hope it blooms again.
For I see a light at the end
moving towards me
or is it moving away again?
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