by optimisticmeathlone, Westmeath, Ireland
Aug 2022 281 Views 1 comments
The Journey Home
Age becomes you ,and life dissipates, it flows like water, like a river from the source starts
as a trickle, becomes a stream, then a river, and finally joins the great oceans and now, you are
not alone, at last, your lonesome journey has brought you home.
as a trickle, becomes a stream, then a river, and finally joins the great oceans and now, you are
not alone, at last, your lonesome journey has brought you home.
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Posted: Aug 2022
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Comments (1)
what flows between, our experiences we pick up along the way.
Gives way to the older the wiser...
lovely words Opti