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Wandering through the sleepwalking of my day
I stop and register my pace My path’s tracks within the world’s scope I pause to glance behind me Seeing the strokes upon the canvas of my life Traces of influences from the world outside me Blend with the colors my experiences have rendered My eyes follow up to the point where I stand Sweeping past to venture a peek at Where this road may lead beyond this moment Untraveled as yet, the way is pristine But stark in its colorless sterility Limitless and infinite My soul’s signature unexpressed there In this moment of suspended animation Where the realities of the past collide With the possibilities unimagined I fill my lungs with the warm air Feeling the beauty in every bit of my palette’s colors to this point It propels me into what lies Beyond my imagination’s limited view And I walk on
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Filed under: Prose and Verse | Tagged: hope, life, photography, poetry, writing
Absolutely stunning and beautiful. You really know the literary tongue.