Caminos

Son varios los laberintos que forman nuestra esencia--
Largos caminos que se bifurcan entre nosotros y el mundo;
Caminos que cortan la distancia o alargan la llegada.

A veces nos perdemos en esos caminos.
Divergimos en percepción y fachada,
Nos unimos en sentimiento y razón.

En este viaje inusitado combatimos al ser.
Si el coraje triunfa, grande la recompensa;
Si triunfa el corazón, incomparable la dicha.

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