A Winding Road Poem by Val Brooklyn Rogers

A Winding Road



I walked pass myself today.
Down a winding road.
My sight caught a glimpse of
Striking brown eyes.
I was watching me and I watched back.
I did not hinder her path, for she is who I am.
We see I to I.

Tuesday, August 4, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: identity,self
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