Golden floors appeared around him.
Light shines down the right hall.
The voice of a woman echoes down the left hall.
Turning his head from left to right.
Frost collectes upon the shiny floors.
The womans voice grows louder as the light flickers down the hall.
The womans voice disruptes the sky, so loud it was.
The man walkes from the fading light.
Towards the woman he walks a snails pace.
Making his choice and closing his door.
Now the perfect ending is not at all seen.
For think of the light shinning down the right hall.
Did he choose the right hall?
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The power of Love.
Great, Love.
