How beautiful when you choose to walk the water,
to where I live,
every little pathway turns to streets of crystal
webbed with words
of Hope, words that are not mere words,
for today I am standing taller, stronger,
thank you for your beautiful
beautiful beautiful feet, crossing all those mountains
of distances…
to where I was, trapt in my webs
not knowing I was visible, anymore.
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Very nice. “Trapt in my webs” was a nice line.
Hmmm….gratitude well worth!!! By the way the like option no longer exists for ur posts rite?…. I read dem, but I dont find my self eligible for a comment every time…
this is very beautiful. I am glad your ping back brought me to your blog