The simplicity of narrow paths
Alone, when in a storm
Is the trust that blossom
Though fear may crouch around
You can run to tell the living
Tales of strength and parting ground
Perhaps of decay in the woods
Or dreams that seep through upside down
The beauty of narrow paths
Especially when in a fright
Is the end result you would find
Akin to fireplace and home baked bread
Lots of hugs and satisfaction
That you have passed the round.
1 comment:
nice one..you know the prose stuff you have written..underwear and all..continue on that line..it can result in a very readable book
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