Lightly I tread upon this world,
softly now do my thoughts unfurl.
The cool breezes lift my face
as waves brush sand with slight trace.

I feel so much like a feather in the wind
not knowing whence I came, or where to begin.
I walk so slowly now with bended knee
wondering what will happen, and is yet to be.

12/06/2010

Posted on 12/06/2010
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