Two paths deeply worn
Dark grey left and light grey right
Which one leads me home?
Swoon of sweet flowers
Simple gesture of welcome
Allure crosses eyes
Shoulder angles speak
Neither makes a case for good
Confusing wings flap
Prayerful hands hold tight
Wind's sweet hand cups the chilled heart
Need is not easy
Variables fight
Warriors wield love and thought
A victor rifts soul
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