Friday, December 9, 2011

scratches from my psyche

Fairy tales~wispy clouds, blue skies~gentle breezes
But tell me the good of it all without steadfast feet, strong heart, foundations of concrete beliefs
Butterflies and tingly toes, easy smiles with flutterings of a rose
All can be find but fade away
When storm clouds roll, rain falls, cold embraces
then what do you have?

Inspirations of love to last but with tall walls, big stones, strong doubts...
what do you have, where do you go, how do you begin?

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