The Road taken

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Poem Title: The Road taken

I was dwelled in the darkness of shine,
Into the woods, under the pine.
The Shivering cold and the sun was dull,
It was an autumn; The Rise of fall.
The Trees around the path which were standing tall,
Started losing leaves like every fall.
With the fate in hand and beauty of pain,
Embracing courage, I took a leap on lane.
I moved with the fierce knotted in the tat,
Even though the falling leaves quietly hid the path.


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