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Traveling

I travel deep into the vision of love,

oh, these paths are laden with rose petals!

Their aroma is fresh,

their touch is soft,

my feet are bare, cool as they touch the ground.

I travel wide through the interior of my soul,

oh, these spaces are brilliant with light!

Their windows are open,

the wind blows fresh,

my steps dance as they reach the beckoning air.

I travel deep,

I travel wide,

oh, my soul is lifted!

finding love at every turn.

 

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Stephen Gospage

Tue 25th Jul 2023 20:16

An uplifting poem, Hélène.

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