Your Choice Poem by Mohabeer Beeharry

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Life is like a rose garden,
Of petals and thorns made.
There are colours
And there are perfumes.

There are tears of joy
And there are tears of heartbreak.
A little freedom of thought,
And a great deal of after effects.

You choose your way
And I choose mine.
If we gather the same flowers, love
We meet down the beautiful lanes
And enjoy the colours and the goodies together.

In the interminable rhapsodies of fleeting moonlight
We dance away the nights,
wipe each other's tears
Andsoften our hearts to a sweet merge.

If not,the separation is well made.
You gather your thorns
And I gather mine,
And in our dark loneliness of the starless nights, we shed tears of heartbreak.