Promenade

When beautiful moments begin to make us feel that time almost doesn’t exist, the spaced words could make stories of joys and sorrows. In little promenades in life, we always take our separate ways at the end. Maybe no one can really walk together forever, but we can always ride the night with morsel of memories and cherish them until we get to the forked road. There on that same path where moments end and we let go, some just drive us back to where we start to hope that things last, even for another day or so. But the path we thread will never wither away nor fade.  The night hears our heartbeats; the road is always free. And at times when life bids people to walk away, let us be those with courageous hearts who know how to hold on and stay.

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