Whenever the Path forked,
I opted for the darker one
And kindled myself,
With the quivering flame
I kept on melting away
Till the last cube of wax
But I saw you nowhere
Lo! The wind blew me away
Whenever the Path forked,
I opted for the darker one
And kindled myself,
With the quivering flame
I kept on melting away
Till the last cube of wax
But I saw you nowhere
Lo! The wind blew me away
Why such a tragedic poem by a very optimistic blogger ?
However, the poem from literary point of view is good.
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It happens, sometimes