Mid fall dress, puzzled faces, way up hill almost done. Timing quest, walked the traces life embossed in my plan. Pulled the hood, squeezed the temples, focused thoughts evening cold. Life unfolds- way up simple- if you serve soul call.
It is simple, isn't? Yet it is the hardest thing. Our soul doesn't scream, but it does call. Life and its buzziness can turn our heads where little can be seen. Wonderful poem, congratulations!! Hugs and Smiles.
Just a simple bit
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The same melody at play
Each year at one's bay
It is simple, isn't? Yet it is the hardest thing. Our soul doesn't scream, but it does call. Life and its buzziness can turn our heads where little can be seen.
ReplyDeleteWonderful poem, congratulations!!
Hugs and Smiles.
Yes, it is simple, but not always easy to follow...Thank you, Pat! Thank you, Konstantina!Love and hugs to you!
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