#2180-Ways
20/07/2023
A faded,
Cracked wall,
Crying out for repair,
Or roads,
To faraway destinations,
Devoid of obligations.
Today I choose,
The less frequented path.
One that leads,
To vast green meadows,
Where cow bells chime,
Birds chirp in time,
And I feel alone,
Yet whole,
With nothing but emptiness,
On my mind.
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