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
6thSymphony
A Life in Words in a Foreign Language
And every windy trail is the same
And each soaring peak is shaped like a star
\
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 :).