Misty fog hung midair,
gently floating in solemn gait,
cold wind brushing passed the silent night,
and the stars twinkled in jest,
as the moon revealed her pale beauty,
like an incadescent roses,
and i stared admiring,
As life took flight,
never looked back in ponder,
following the path of fate,
as i stood in the middle of this crosscroad,
under the gaze of the palet moonlit,
to decide which way to take
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