A Beauty - Poem by David Harris
How many times have we
travelled down a road
merely out of curiosity,
and as we move down it
something there takes us by surprise.
somehow catches our eye.
We stop and stare
at the beauty consummated there.
A beauty that fills our heart
with the passion we identify as love.
We are confused not knowing what to do.
Before us lies, our future
if we make the right approach
or our downfall if we turn away.
Do we stride forward
or do we hesitate and take care.
The decision is only ours
in what we should do.
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