Dissolve
The road not taken or the road that was taken—that was the question back in the day.
Now all I can see is an endless desert,
where even the mirages mock the journey that I made.
I surrender to the haboob.
Now the destination itself is becoming whispers of dust,
And the specks of dust are forgotten, because not every story is to be told.
And this one dissolved softly in heat.
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