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I’ve walked along rugged paths with no end.
Along some of the rockiest of roads,
With beautiful colors of flower groves.
With dust-filled eyes and a mouth like cotton.
Eyes beholding what time had forgotten.
Thorns on bushes, stabbing like sharp knives.
I gaze at the sky and increase my stride,
Such beauty. Oh, where does it all begin?
Life is a highway, a journey of maps.
A river wild, easily accessed traps.
Often uncovered, untapped and untouched,
Not always good, but sometimes just enough.
Tumbleweeds blowing in the gentle wind,
So, I walk this journey from start to end.
Written by: Jasmine D. Parker ©
I’m not an expert at poems…but that is nicely written.
Thank you, that means a lot to me!
it’s just the truth!
Thank you, again. 😆😆
Beautiful
Thank you, that means a lot to me!