may there burn a lamp
where shall meet the serpentines
my heaven and hell
What matters in the end is the baggage we carry while coursing along the many twists and turns. We are strapped to a ride, blindfolded by our own vices, led by our own virtue. May the light be kind upon us.
My haiku for https://ronovanwrites.com/2019/10/28/haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge/
db's poetryscape 
Lovely!
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Thank you 😊
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Amen.
Such pious thoughts
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Thank you so much for the appreciation, Ruby 😊
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