Tuesday, December 13, 2016

The Path

A chill surrounds I am warm
Embers burning 
They follow 

Earth, cool beneath me 
The air is still
Clear sky blue
my mind

Days behind and before numbered
Joy pain sorrow regrets
Here there is peace
I will stay

Tomorrow unpromised
Yesterday gone
Today is all we have

The path calls 
Whispers gently 
My name
I must go

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