Could it be a crossroad as in traffic wise? Dimension wise? Lives wise? Coincidence? When worlds collide? Event wise? The prompts are endless!
When your choices take you
on roads that end in splits,
take the one your heart tells you
of which it rightly sits.
As you keep pondering once and twice
"which is left, where goes right,"
take a breather for a moment,
wait until your head feels bright.
When it comes to picking paths,
take the ones like candlelight;
close your eyes and stare right in,
they'll bring colours back to sight.
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Escapril - A Collection Of Written Poetry
PoetryIn times of nothing but panic and existential crises, one can only do that which they truly desire. I desire nothing but serenity with a ting of freshly brewed coffee, that which I find in reading underrated works and writing ones of my own. Record...
