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It is the end of the road.

Now paved and tarred.

Yet, once it was not.

Was but a precious clearing

In the clutter of life

when strangers met

and walked untrodden grounds

not once, not twice, but several times,

and a path was born

random and untold.

Would it live?

Youth fell prey and couldn't resist 

the romance of the forbidden.

The path seemed a gateway

to promised pleasures

of a fairytale future;

so it got paved!

Packed with hopes

and dreams, bearing 

promises of trust

to a fairytale future!

But oh, it didn't stop there.

The paved path had to be preserved

in posterity forever.

A blacktop coating perhaps.

So it happened.

A tarred road  it was,

and now 

it is the end of the road.