There's a path ahead of you,
two options- it splits in two perfectly viable options.
One path is traveled,
the dirt tightly packed- the green only growing on the sides,
the flowers well kept.
The second path however is wild,
free of many footprints, not so clear,
all because it has only been truly traveled on three (arguably four) times.
Its travelers were never to be found again.
Some tell tails of them living a carefree, vibrant life
amongst the wildflowers and lilies the path holds by the pond.
some say that they have been devoured by the path itself.
This path is dangerous yet full of adventure,
But only few brave souls have crossed it.
A ghost trails the path.
It is her path, her walkway.
She dances up and down the path, seeking those to join her.
Her hair curly, blond, and flowing in the wind.
What seems to be a yellow rose- is stuck in her hair.
A skirt that is dancing just as free as she is trails off her ghostly, thin, bony hips.
She is barefoot.
Waiting, or searching.
You decide.
Some say she is waiting for love lost, to return, and revive her
while others claim she is searching for one to take under.
She hums a song, a familiar song.
Yet familiarity is something one cannot follow.
Which path will you take?
the ghostly, wild, beautiful one?
or
the path most traveled?
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