Souls: A Poem
We walk on different paths,
Keeping our eyes straight ahead,
We hope for the future,
Perhaps we'll bump into each other,
Our paths and souls tangled, intertwined,
Maybe we'll hold hands,
And travel the road together,
Or maybe just keep going alone,
Our paths running parallel,
As we walk into our destiny.
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