footprints in the earth.....
Why consider this passion
The world is different
Through closed eyes
A mind left open
Silently hears
A door beckoning
Into scenes and
Places
Pillars of thought,
The handshake unseen
Wakens into
The arms assigned
of living
Belonging
Assigns
Leaving no option
Tell tale of blindfolding
incredulously
It is where there is
Humanity,
A seat on the row
With the rest,
A place called fulfillment.
Through closed eyes
A mind left open
Silently hears
A door beckoning
Into scenes and
Places
Pillars of thought,
The handshake unseen
Wakens into
The arms assigned
of living
Belonging
Assigns
Leaving no option
Tell tale of blindfolding
incredulously
It is where there is
Humanity,
A seat on the row
With the rest,
A place called fulfillment.
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Why consider this passion
Why consider this passion
