Each step, an impression of the journey
Time holds the passing thoughts firmly
I walk like a stranger in a foreign land
Life is swirling and tugging at my cloak
The elements of life beating against me
A haunting wind, its sound has an echo
My body feels the pressure of my pace
I bend my head and pull my cloak close
Still I walk, each step a measure of love
I am a stranger without bearing I walk
My cloak is woven with threads of love
The sounds I hear are within all I feel
It is the light of love I see within it all
Copyright © 2013 Tryphena Louise Williams
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| Artwork by Tryphena |
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