Source: We Heart It

Source: We Heart It

 

Crossroads

 

Running hell-bent for leather

in the driving rain I stopped

suddenly when faced with not

one shift in the road…

but several

 

Moving wet hair from my

eyes I realized what was

before me … not just any

Crossroads

But …

Roads running in four

directions …

Creating a star of

sorts …

Meaning more than

a usual decision

what was before me

was life changing …

 

Copyright © 2016 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

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