Roads

Rusted road
Quenches thirst
Thought pipes

Image given by & Submitted to Magpie Tales

Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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  1. Absolutely!!! When the road gets worn and rusty, thoughts and memories are the saving grace 🙂
    Beautifully put, in such few words! You did absolute justice to his picture here…

    • hmm, yes I think so too.. hopes, thoughts, memories.. they delay that rust I guess..
      thanks very much, Kavita, glad u liked it and I do hope I did absolute justice to Willow’s photograph..! 🙂

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