The Hidden Path


A small road, untouched by human hands,
Unveiled only to those who truly see,
A lane for butterflies and buzzing bees,
Their secret journey through nature's tapestry.

If it leads somewhere, who can really say?
I just sigh, knowing its end’s beyond reach,
This unseen path, no ride will take me there,
A wanderer’s thoroughfare, always calling me.





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Written on 2024-11-09 at 13:04

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Liam The PoetBay support member heart!
There are no paths to nowhere because they bring us to a moment in time that will change our minds. Good or bad? Only we can truly know in that fleeting moment.

Another interesting write from you sir, thanks for sharing.
2024-11-09