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A crooked wooden path climbs high
Over mountains, reaching sky
Disappearing into the night
Shall I travel toward the light?
Do I chance what lies ahead?
Or do I stay behind, instead
Afraid of what could be the end
Not knowing what’s around the bend
Shall I take a chance or two?
Yes! That’s exactly what I’ll do
Striding, over faded boards
Creaking as I step, go forward
Running, to catch the rising sun
Knowing my journey has just begun
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so so beautiful!! ❤
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Thank you, Trini!! ❤️
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Fabulous poem! Reminded me so much of “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.”
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Thank you very much! Robert Frost is my favorite poet 😊
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Beautiful, Dorinda. Cheers to the journey! 🙂
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Thank you so much, Kelly! 😊
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You’re very welcome! 🙂
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Into the unknown! 😉❤️❤️
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Sounds wonderful!! ❤️
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Can be exciting…. 😉 Hugs! ❤
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Hugs! ❤️
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