Friday, September 4, 2015

Where the Roads Meet

This is the golden path,
Amidst all the green leaves,
Away from the gods' wrath
For a mind that conceives
A new beautiful place
And all of Nature's grace.

Ours in the flowing sea.
Where do these waves take me?
The future I can't see,
Like an epitome.
I can see the small signs,
When they're put together.

They create a strong view,
Like the reader's review.
Balcony in Bayview.

Where the sunset can shine,
Where the shadows are gold,
And the trumpets still whine
About spirits so bold
And lovers who behold
The beauty of flowers
In the April showers.
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