Lane filled with glittering coal,
A sight to behold,
Thinking myself to be gold, I hopped on like a kid
Burnt myself, Why didn’t I stop, when I knew there was a lot I had bid
And now this road, I must tread,
Left the mélange of rivers, in my greed………..
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wow !! i liked this one better, n u know why 😉
Its actually a great playing with words n particularly i loved the analogy 🙂
hey thks, guess prose will take some time though
Good one again…