Paths at Dawn

At dawn I stood where two roads met,

One bright with sun, one dim and wet.

The world was still; no wind was near,

Except my heartbeat, sharp and clear.

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I chose the track that bent away,

Where shadows danced with hints of day.

The silent trees, in gentle rows,

Leaned in to watch where hope now goes.

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I felt the earth beneath me breathe,

A whisper rising from the leaves:

“The roads you take, the ones you flee,

Are steps toward who you’re meant to be.”

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Now years have passed, and still I find

The smallest turns reshape the mind.

For every step, both brave and slow,

Builds the life we come to know—

And lights the path our dreams bestow.