Sunday, July 21

In her head, Possibility did an enchanting dance.
Yet she gave it only half a glance.
She was tempted to see;
If it were meant to be;
But she refused to give it a chance.

She had a decision to take,
something she felt was at stake.
Behind the thin lace curtain
Lay a future slightly uncertain;
Freedom, for now, was a thing she could not forsake.

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