a GlimpseA Poem by CherrieI yield to the sign at the crossway. Stopping firmly to collect my thoughts. Do I repeat the road from yesterday? The one where the morrow is sought. Breaking the repeated
pattern, a glimpse of the latter is caught. Either way I’ll take the day for what it's worth for life is a gift of discovery and cannot be bought. © 2021 CherrieAuthor's Note
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