The paths that we walk are varied and strange
So much only hearts can explain
Desire and determined stirred soul cocktails
Overflowing eyes leave awed tear trails
Colourful life of blossoming yearning
Scenic days of chosen learning
Love notes struck with breath
Joy real in this dream path
The paths we walk are ancient unseen
So much only souls can gleam
Senses intermingled with rip-tide destiny
Patience and haste delicate enemies
Silk clarity brushes against misgivings
Truth cures most things
Cracked crystal angel clay
Joy real everyday
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BANDITS UNITED
So inocent and touching, Like that of a new borns prayer. Life is revealing to one so rare...mac
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I like this! it is so very true that the paths we walk are unseen. I love your flow and imagery. Keep on writing.
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