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Cross Roads
Our roads cross,
fate set in the stars.
When will our roads split?
Love written in the sea,
wind dancing with the storm.
Clinging to hope like moss,
We didn’t see what was ours.
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An Answer of Why
“Why do the small things matter to you?”
I’ve never been asked this question,
but I’ve thought about it numerous times.
Why do they?
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A Split in the Road
A crack in the road,
A scratch in the glass,
Isn’t the end of the world.
For every “imperfection,”
Beauty is made.
In that crack in the road-