Didith Marcelo Poems
Two roads to travel,
A relationship stood,
I look, I thought, I cannot take the roads,
But it happen I traveled the roads.
The roads of fight and make it up.
The love vehicle is still on engine care,
Still driving well in these two roads,
A relationships of roads that makes happy and struggle on.
Seeing the coverground where brushwood stood,
A reminder how beautiful the nature love aloof,
Oh two roads to travel, two persons must stood as one,
Or else forever vanity stood.
I explore my past,
I roamed around to the land of my experiences.
And in every footstep I took in the rough road memories,
I saw a different tough circumstances.
My feet continue on walking as the time fetch me there to the world of my memories.