The narrowing path will guide you
towards the close of day,
and there are no forks or deviations
upon that narrowing way,
just a well-worn path trod by many
down towards the shore
and those who turn to look behind
will find the way obscured.
We’ll walk between high hedgerows
until we find the shore,
and then we must let go, old friend,
dissolve and be no more.
The sea and then no more.
One breath and then no more.
(first posted 29 Jan. 2014)
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Really like this one. I can picture the path
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Glad you like it oldmainer – I thought of attaching a picture then thought No! The imagined picture is always the best. Thanks for your comment.
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Reblogged this on Another Way of Saying.
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A life compressed into walk-beautifully delivered.
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A most generous comment – many thanks Laurie.
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