Monday, October 29, 2018

poem of the day October 29


The direction  of all destiny 
is up to down, left to right
like a wind in a land of more or less
The depth of a person's inner soul
is marked by the flowing water within
not channeled by where one swims
Yet old light in a tunnel does not guarantee
the opening of a very natural destiny
It all depends on a place in line
and if your dreams could be my mind

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