The ripples of my life. (Photo credit: Athena’s Pix)
Unprepared, who knows where
The leaves will fall
They don’t plan
Where to land
Maybe New York
Maybe Los Angeles
The postman can find
The house I live in
It is only walls
That keeps me inside.
Undisclosed strangers will walk in our paths
Cross our hearts and
Tread our minds
Unidentified
We traverse our hearts discourse
Shooting for dreams of undiscovered lands
More weightless plans
I don’t know if I can see ahead
My steps like stones thrown in the river
Ripple on the banks of everyone’s estate.
Skipping towards freedom
In summer rays of light.
Like a leaf I break free from the branch of life.
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Wonderful poem, much thought well written. A real beauty
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A long look into the soul, a very thoughtful repose to one being cast out into the World. This person speaks from deep withing the spirit of life. I thoroughly enjoyed this post.
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