Birth
death
In between
each and every
Breath
🌑
Unsteadily
we roam
the tightrope of Life
in an effort to find
our soul’s true home
🌑
Veering between
the Dark and the Light
we seek a path
to that
which is hopeful and bright
🌑
The path we choose
is unique to each and all
With companionship though
we can be lifted
when we trip or fall
🌑
The path is dirty and rough
so trip and fall we will
We pick ourselves up
and head straight back
to Life’s rocky and wonderful Hill
WOW! ‘‘Tis well said.”
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Thank you! 😊
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So gorgeous!
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Thank you Tamara 😊
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