Two Diverging Rivers
Haiku on sibling estrangement.
Two rivers, two paths
Diverged in a distant start
Siblings so estranged
...
Sister and brother
Walking different paths now
No longer one blood
...
Two rivers diverged
Winding down their chosen paths
Now distant, estranged
...
One heads to the sea
One towards eternity
Each with its own force
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Naya Lizardo
Travel addict, writer, knowledge enthusiast and poetry dabbler. I write about relationships, mental health, and social issues.
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