Sunday, February 18, 2018

poem of the day February 18


There are many paths between us
from the highway to the road
where ideas are often stumbled
inside the winding folds
Which ones are full of virtue?
Which ones are full of tolls? 
Which ones have shallow surface?
Which ones have grown too old?
And where are new golden ones


to drive the lives of souls?

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