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To Be Seen

June 29, 2011

The rustle, the pant, the pounding of toes

On pavements, on branches, on cobblestone roads

Take out your moments

Look hard and look true

No matter the vision, they’re making up you.

Sunshine, smiles, and chirps

Clenched fists, torrents, and burps

The journey begins before it is known

the journey requires a traveler drawn

To paths of gold and streets of debris

The journey requires your eyes to be free.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. Jess permalink
    June 29, 2011 7:38 pm

    Nice poem, nice looking site, keep up the good work

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