Why can’t snow come without the chill
Why does a flame rant threats of a kill
The roads we choose all are paved with unknowns
Light either clarifies or blinds to expose
My faith in the way that I alone choose
Win or lose
Catching up with dversepoets.com Monday quadrille. The word is way. 44 words excluding title.
Inspired by my recent thoughts about light’s brightness
Glad you’re back, Mary. So true, each chooses their own way…
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We all have to find our own way… and maybe where some see cold others find joy
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