The Beholder March 22, 2012March 22, 2012 ~ sixthsymph 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 Share this:ShareFacebookTwitterLike this:Like Loading...
I love the different paths this poem and this photo can lead me down either by themselves or with each other. Thanks 🙂 Reply
You are the real master of putting a lot of substance in a few lines! Very flattered you liked this piece :). Reply
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 :).