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becoming, dreams, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, life, living, love, old maps, postmark, reason, relationship, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wandering

of scattered few
a picture book –
and verses understood
was meaning more than e’er
the pen could find
what eloquence decided
by the poet to the page –
rhyme
when none would work
to speak my mind
of messages I left alone
and roads
forever winding –
willed me back into the ways
I was
fragile
as a falling leaf
tender as a tear
wandering o’er seasons
I was love
were not for this
these souvenirs
of mystery and minding
touch almost forgotten
by my skin
saved a place
for every year
breath as breath immortal
here am I –
and getting used
to knowing you
again








