|Live Now (standard:poetry, 123 words)|
|Author: Julia||Added: Jan 23 2011||Views/Reads: 1249/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
Thoughts swirl but, My pen does not stir Sitting unquiveringly in my mute hand Almost upon the paper, but Not quite As my eyes stare into the distance Thinking of things both far away And near I'm reminded of the journeys I've gone through And the ones I have yet To go on But I shall make it, I shall With head high and legs tromping They may tire but I'll trek on The end isn't the destination The destination is the entire journey The laughter, the tears, the boredom, the happiness The desire and loneliness, and love and peacefulness A tree drops a leaf, just one Orange upon the light green grass Standing out, proving That one person Can make a difference. Tweet
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