We follow the white blazes
Ye olde wooden pegs
Many men have tread
These such beaten paths of lore
To find inner peace
Like buffalo bill
Or Jeremiah Johnson
The woods reveal all
We are warriors
We are flame breathing dragons
We fly through the skies
We can walk through walls
And read everybody's thoughts,
We superhumans.
ah, how sensuous to blaze
ReplyDeletehow lambent my gaze
I do not ascend the earth,
but sigh as it lifts me
Did you write this? I'm so proud!!! Xoxo
ReplyDeletekeep it going! it is in haiku right?
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what do I find here?
history, mountains, sky and
Immortality