A river runs through it...
my life is a journey on this river,
of hopes, of dreams, of wilderness schemes.
Softly I walk along it,
watching the currents change,
the ripples fleeting in the wind,
the sculptures creating its beautiful shore.
Whose footprints in the sand
are those, I wonder.
Then, I realize in time...
they're mine.
~ ATB ~
of hopes, of dreams, of wilderness schemes.
Softly I walk along it,
watching the currents change,
the ripples fleeting in the wind,
the sculptures creating its beautiful shore.
Whose footprints in the sand
are those, I wonder.
Then, I realize in time...
they're mine.
~ ATB ~
The Daily Mandala: September 2, 2011
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