And every windy trail is the same
And each soaring peak is shaped like a star
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If the feet, which stir the dust, are my feet,
And the eyes, which gaze too high, are my eyes
And every windy trail is the same
And each soaring peak is shaped like a star
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If the feet, which stir the dust, are my feet,
And the eyes, which gaze too high, are my eyes
I love the different paths this poem and this photo can lead me down either by themselves or with each other.
Thanks 🙂
Thank you for reading! Safe journey – whichever path you choose ;).
YOu have put so much richness in so few lines…I love it!
You are the real master of putting a lot of substance in a few lines! Very flattered you liked this piece :).