The Path.

She stood there
By the lake
She saw the reflection
She saw her looking at herself
Examining what was left
After the heart burnt into ashes

She stood there
On the grass
Sweet smelling grass after the misty morning
With dancing small pure droplets
That bring coolness
And peacefulness to lives

She walked away
To the path
Where she should have looked for
That will guide her home
With cleansing rinse of hope
And love from The Most Merciful

[Eco Park, 260618, 0814]