the divergence of roads is an illusion a myth perpetuated by those who fear solitude but one who has walked the lonely path enjoyed all its sights, sounds and sceneries rested in the shade of its motherly oaks knows that at last everything converges every road, every fellow traveller every other choice meets at one single brilliant point
A shadow play of rainbow on your cheeks; Beautiful hair over flows like streams of love; ******* are white doves; lips cherry fruits; A green landscape; your body and mind! * By Williamsji Maveli Email [email protected] www.williamsji.com