22 June 2012
The lonely road,
Is one less travelled,
One less beaten,
One less unravelled.
And the trees sing,
A sad woeful song,
From seeing few people
Come along.
And the flowers weep
They loose their colour
Since no one wanders
From a path onto another.
The sky sighs,
A gust of green and blue,
For on this less travelled path,
It hopes to see you.
The Lonely Road • Opuss № I