Road

It seems this road

never comes to its close.

As soon as it seems to be ending,

I witness another turn awaiting.

 

Some withered, others dry, rest green

running along this road, stand trees.

Some small herbs, too, are planted

along with other trees running along in a pattern 

till the eyes can see.

 

I wish you and me

should meet together

and our journey 

continues, walking till the                   

road meets                                                 

its destination.

 

We will talk throughout 

or maybe not.

We will only see 

each other, smile and be happy.

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