The Black Ribbon of Possibilities
The long road,
where does your dark thread unwind?
Bent willows follow where you lead,
and sunflowers drink the roadside rain.
The sun and wind,
tumble the weeds down your turnpike.
And I who follow idly the unraveling,
will hope to find upon reaching the end,
a new black ribbon of possibilities.
To thrill the life of the adventurer.
Copyright © Meru Groen | Year Posted 2022
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