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Tuesday, December 3, 2013

the right journey

we walk the right journey
but the wrong road -
the good firm earth
turns spongey -
with every step
the destination shifts.
the trusty north star
is lost behind
a patchwork of clouds -
we stride to a faint and distant melody -
our aching feet in touch
with the transforming path.
Posted by linda at 9:56 PM
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