She sat on an eternal shore, silently thoughtful
Calm unexpressive face, still like granite
Contemplating her destiny, knowing that
The path she chooses, she must take alone
When, to the expected crossroads, she came
Which arrived suddenly, but then not so,
That long awaited, long dreamed of moment.
When choices made can extend far beyond
Like ripples in the water from a thrown stone.
But she must look for the answer inside herself,
So a deep breath, a sigh and she plants her foot
Upon the chosen trail to who knows where
And with confidence she sets off on her way.
Has she made the right choice who can say?
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