Tuesday, May 25, 2004
clairity
one small thing
one true feeling
made me see where I belong
it’s not clear
the exact destination
the end of the road
but the path is changing shape
cobblestones underfoot
give way to sand
the sun strokes my face
clarity comes in
with each soft wave
the ocean always knows its way
and shows me mine
strong and serene
I whisper thanks on the wind
for reminding me
of my worth
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