Each step of a journey, Is a walk on a wire. A ride to the tourney, A dance to the lyre. A stride in a heaven, Of a maid on a dew. Light and, yet leavened, From a cloud to the blue. Each mile of my travel, Is a point of release. that will slowly unravel, to a permanent peace. You see... Each step of a journey, Is a walk on a wire. A ride to the tourney, And a dance... To the Lyre.
Reason for writing:
Woke up this morning and wrote this in ten minutes flat.
I wish they all came together this quickly!! Ha! Ha!!
Birth sign: Gemini
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