Right here (a poem)

A tree-lined fork in a forest road, a well-worn two-track path curves off to the left, and another grassy, semi-overgrown two-track path is visible straight ahead.

When I can’t decide,
which path to take.
All hope seems gone,
I’ve lost my way.

Like the morning sun,
shining through the trees,
I still can see,
your love for me.

Though at times,
you seem afar,
when the road is long,
the journey hard,

when I look,
I clearly see,
You’re always near,
right here with me.

 



~ elr

 




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