Questions


Questions

Where do weary widows go,
clutching precious bundles to their chests?

Which direction should they take,
which direction a place to rest?

To the left where terror waits,
and tarry there till fear abates?

Or to the right toward troubled seas,
that even blue skies fail to appease?

Should they take the dark path ahead,
or revisit places already fled?

Where do weary widows go,
clutching precious bundles to their chests?

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