Paths several passed by
each holding purpose
glad or gloom having a hue
leaving a note behind.
Cup was full...trickling drops
inflow taking a turn...
empty lanes strolled in
reminding a hollow reed
desires waving in distance
aloneness turning a need.
Bliss an alien...sorrow too
emptiness striking a poise
i wondered...what next???
New milestone...unknown land
No...not the time to rest.
feebly muttered an inner voice
horizon far.....much to explore.
holding hands we move on
Aloneness and I......
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