Lost.

Violet

14 May, 2014 07:54 PM 
Travelling through the forest,
Feeling like a tourist,
The moons the only guide,
To which I need to find.

The chances that I will win,
To find my only kin,
Dwindles every hour,
Which is very sour.

Is there nothing I can do,
To help the wind that never blew,
I need to keep on running,
The darkness is only bluffing. 

Nothing that I can feel,
Can make this any real,
Nothing can stop me,
From finding the key.
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