A moment’s
ponder in the silence of what is gone,
Was it
simply a release, a letting go
Perhaps a
choice to take a different path.
The earth
tremors when mountains are born
Yet softened
quivers with the petal’s touch.
Release or
choice, no matter really
The path
awaits
I can see
the mountains
The petals
caress my feet.
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