Crisscross

For every road taken, do you see the other road missed
An almost possible one, but your feet refused to be kissed

The intersections cause many such offshoots
In the blink of an eye, you’re far from the roots

What if you could sit high up there and view
Pathways in grass and petals with dew

Gaze at all the pathways that are shut for you
Smile at some and frown at a few

Just experience it all for a fleeting moment
And rid yourself of regret’s torment

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3 comments so far

  1. muse on

    Beautiful!


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