The path led through an open gate
New fresh pastures there to find.
Just a few steps were needed now,
To leave the sad past behind.
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Write comment. Such a beautiful image, Ernestine. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks
And sometimes we have no way to return to our original pasture, alas.
We find the same thing when we cross The Pennines from Yorkshire into Lancashire, Ernestine. ha ha
An unknown future awaited, My intrepid heart's desire. To face a bright new tomorrow, And set my old world on fire." Beautifu..! Dear poet.. liked it most.. Thanks.