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What I could choose

Two different path Diverged in my life, One is filled with flowers, And other is Thorns. I stood there confused What I could choose? Flowers or thorns Yet the results are hidden. I could ramble In the flowery path Meadows may turn to mat When I am weary. Thorny path may wound me I could never rest If I am weary Yet the results are hidden. My mind is weary To choose the right path What I could choose? Yet the result are hidden. Choices of my life, May twist if I am wrong, I stood there confused With no guts to choose. Flowers may dry and wither Thorns may scare me to death Still my goals are far What I could choose? Yet the results are hidden. Striving hard with effort Or comfort for life , One must be chosen, Yet the results are hidden. Flowers and thorns Are the parts life Yet hard to choose, What will I loose? 08 July 2020

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