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May 4, 2014
Asylum Seekers
June 2, 2014

The Path.

He will never entice me again,
Down his path of sunshine leading to rain.
That happy lane of laughter, where kissing leaves,
Embrace sunbeams between the trees.
And the sweetness in the air is of trust,
Turning with time into hopes changed to dust.
For at the end, that path dwindles into a silent abyss;
But how sad not, to have had all this to miss.
Instead, I choose anew, this avenue,
Where the pungent perfume of promises of pleasures
Are piled high and into the distance go,
Red roses and forget me nots into the future grow.
Why return to roam with him, albeit an amazing path,
For it goes nowhere, nothing, a void is its aftermath.