When I was lost,
I wandered
Through golden boughs
As the sun set,
Knowing that the path
I chose
Would lead me to
A place to make
My stand,
And find myself.
Wednesdays Visual Writing Prompt
When I was lost,
I wandered
Through golden boughs
As the sun set,
Knowing that the path
I chose
Would lead me to
A place to make
My stand,
And find myself.
Wednesdays Visual Writing Prompt
Ann WJ White 
Love this poem.
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When we choose our own path, that is self empowerment and indeed that is the only possible way to find one’s self. Great poem and a very appropriate and lovely image to go with it.
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Thank you. I’ve been following my path as everyone does. Each time I think I have found the end, I find a new beginning. It’s the small things that have brought me the best lessons. Thank you for your kind words.
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Beautifully written. Loved it. 😊
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