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Thursday, November 07, 2013

the traveling goes on and on


Life is a circle that starts at birth
Keeps on growing and spreading away
Searching it seems for some worth
Death being completion to our dismay

A circle can be a lonely thing
No ending on a path in the dark
Lost and endless the wandering
Where you're always alone and apart

3 comments:

Nina Marie said...

I love how you combine verse with what you're working on! Off the Wall Friday link on my blog up is open all weekend if you'd like to join us. We find it inspiring and motivating!

karen said...

these stitches are perfect Emmy and the background cloth is beautiful Did you dye it yourself?

LA Paylor said...

I like a poem, nice blog
LeeAnna Paylor
lapaylor.blogspot.com