choose, dear...choose...

He told her oneday,
Distracted, looking at the blue sky and the distant cliff, snow capped...
'Choose dear, for life is a matter of choice...
Choose...only one request...
don't choose it unhappily-like a life going haywire...
choose dear,using all your mind and nimble heart...
choose, with all that you are bestowed with...
choose...as life chooses beauty;'

She just kept silent, processing every word and syllable spoken to her by the vagrant man;

But he was still unperturbed, as if he was looking the distant snow capped hills
And he was in a trance;
He muttered:
'Choose dear, as morn chooses the day,
as the road chooses the traveler...
Choose dear...
with fervour and gaiety...'

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