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Visible Witch

Encountered a witch in white,
Who is carrying a devil inside,
God knows how many roam,
In this world to kill another.

May karma take care of it,
Slimy smile that revolted me,
At times had to act friendly,
But evil is contagious as sin.

Run away from the light,
That gives out dirty smoke,
Which may cloud your eyes,
Run! Run! away from the doom.

Kavitha Patchamalai

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I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. BY ROBERT FROST