my past is in the dust
kicked up by these boots
I am now fully grounded
on these small-town routes
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and dirt under my fingernails
while the sun hits my back
the North of neglected roots
re-staking an old map
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once, a jaded searcher
now, a protector of my worth
ten years I feel I’ve fallen
the sun shines from this day forth
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caveats surrounded my youth
i’m re-interpreting the signs
my line of sight now crystal clear
those old bearings: left behind
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through this valley of dust
a different path, I carry on
up the hills and through the grass
a newfound line has been drawn..
thank you for reading <3
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Hola , Sobrecogedor Relato Y Fantásticas Fotografías. Un Saludo.
Lovely my dear friend ☺️