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Apr 2014
I walk this earth to learn the meaning of existence.
My toes digging into the sand, so I might attain the therapeutic knowledge of warmth purging my soul.

Two hands.
One to the right, achieving the greatest passions of life
The other in the wrong, a heavy burden in my left palm.

My blue eyes can see the path laid out in front of me.
(Paved in bronze, silver and gold.)

Bronze of my past,
Silver of my present
Gold of my future.

I walk the cobblestone path.
A journey of many colors without an inking of what might lay before me.
Still I press on,
walking this earth
as I count my blessings one by one.
© Victoria
Nickols
Written by
Nickols
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