... a footpath,
planted with all variety of feet
will grow in abundance
taking my inner sole ~
and I've embellished the grain
made of the roots of trees
or paved with pebbles that concrete my way around
and I've left my biography
unfinished
beside the abrasion of life
knowing there are still twelve steps
towards home ...
A contest entry
- twelve steps until by adsaige.
400 points, ended November 29, 2008, 8 entries
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Comments
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This is such a fine piece of writing, you have an outstanding talent. I loved the pretty metaphors for life's sometimes ugliness. Pefect. Best to you in the contest sister
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