My trajectory:
sometimes straight
and narrow,
sometimes a drunk man
attempting to walk a straight line,
while the cop just rolls his eyes.
My trajectory:
never in doubt,
sometimes questioning.
A walk through a dark forest,
as the furry eaves and murky weave
close off any chance of escape.
Clearer in hindsight,
never misplaced.
God-given, forthright and true.
My trajectory:
is you.
I love this!
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Cheers! Thanks so much 🙂
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Marvellous words Steve and an apt picture too.
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Thank you! 🙂
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Welcome
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❤️
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Thanks! 🙂
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Good description. I like this.
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Thanks, Pamela 🙂
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