
Walking down the hallway
to sunrise
through which window
which door
will I find it today
it seems to be always arriving
and always leaving
like the warm heart of love
and the cold hands of time
Poetry, spiritual, nature, oceans, love, trees
Walking down the hallway
to sunrise
through which window
which door
will I find it today
it seems to be always arriving
and always leaving
like the warm heart of love
and the cold hands of time
Short succinct yet loaded with so much more.
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I love that one, Dan!
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Thanks Karen
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