Fortunately, the wind carries me in a direction, making it easier.
My eyes fight not wanting to flutter.
Before me lay a captivating scenario; streams of waters.
Each exceeding its beauty in a strange way.
The first is as spotless as the sky, decorated by lush pink blossoms.
I’m fascinated by the way it mirrors me on it in the presence of its beauty.
The other is as black as our shadows, with a hint of blood.
Surprisingly, I also find glints of gold in it.
Once again, I curse myself unable to chose.
I wait for the wind to help.
Alas! It doesn’t.
I’m left on my own, along with my dubious thoughts.
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