In the cold of morn
Silence snuggles up close
Stillness refuels itself
And emptiness takes the wheel
Minding the wild curves?
Of lesser roads taken...
Riding the curbs of human natures handiwork?
One split second away...!
From a disaster?
Playing russian roulette...
Behind oh so long held breaths...
Alas, turning blue waiting for you...
Remembering what you said...
'I'll be seeing you'
But don't hold your breath;
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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We take chances every day and in our daily experiences. Driving a car, riding the bus, train or airplane. Even in our love life there are paths to tread upon and bridges to cross. An inspiring write.