I came to a forked crossroad with a signpost holding two signs simply pointing to ‘Left’ and ‘Right’. Looking left, I saw a destination in the distance and immediately knew where the path would end, but looking right... The path continued down into a clearing, submerging in trees in some areas and rising into the mountains before vanishing. There was smoke rising on the other side like a snake against the sunrise.
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Author:
Niall (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 16th, 2017 04:45
- Comment from author about the poem: Something I wrote a couple of weeks ago when I had spare time - been preoccupied as I'm studying at university, but finished yesterday and feels good to be publishing again :)
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I like this...the path that forks right appeals to me...sounds intriguing and interesting.
I'd go right too ha
You could go right, if you don't end up going up in smoke! lol. A happy birthday write too, I see. Best wishes Niall! May you always choose the right path (I mean correct, or wise path) through life.
it wasn't actually, my birthdays in the summer but thanks anyway haha
Eh? Now it shows your birthday as today, 21st? A gremlin got in here?! lol.
I put in the correct date and something on the site kept changing it so I left it haha
Oh lol. Sometimes it shows the USA version - month, then date of month, then the year (in short date format). The UK version is - date of month, month, year.
Niall, this is a perfect metaphor about choice. Do we opt for the familiar, or are we adventurous and choose the unknown? I would guess that most of us here would go right.
I know I would haha
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