Two roads met at a stone bench;
Two beings sat still -
A petite girl with a solemn face,
A scrawny boy with a kind smile.
In his arms, he gently held her
As she fiddled with her pleated skirt,
She wondered what awaited her
And he gazed on, at a lonely bird..
Quiet they stayed, for a long while
Then they stood, to take the roads
She took one,
He took another.
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MUSINGS.. A collection of poetry
PoetryPoetry is.. beauty, style and grace; Poetry is.. insightful, precious and profound; Poetry is.. ecstasy, passion and glee; Poetry is.. past, present and future; Poetry is.. heart, mind and soul; Poetry is truly a blessing.. Feel the same? Somewhat...
