You speak and leaves quiet, gathering 'round the earthen road of our solemn beginning.
Peace touched tones escape your lips, I gasp as they drift away in silent longing.
The winds offer paths to sky-lined sights, but you stand tall enough.
What compass could know what direction we seek, your steps are my guide alone.
Conversation turns and thoughts become crossroads, no map points our way.
You muse onward and downward, I reply tacitly, left to right, thus we wander.
I'm sure we had a point in our solemn beginning, but we've ended with such a lovely view.
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A Poem For Your Thoughts
PoetryA collection of Poems and Prose that were inspired by the many people I have met, and those I have yet to meet.
