The way less travelled,
the path more steep,
the trail more rocky,
the road more winding…
Is a road more gentle, like your touch,
a path more forgiving, like your smile,
a trail more bearable, with your hand in mine,
a way less lonely…
because you walk with me.
It’s the tears that aren’t shed that cut deepest.
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