Paths
i
see
two roads
before me
silent choices
calling my slow heart
a quiet wind asks softly
which path will shape the rest of me
i step forward and become my own answer
i step forward and become my own answer
which path will shape the rest of me
a quiet wind asks softly
calling my slow heart
silent choices
before me
two roads
see
i
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