Poem
Walking softly
never slowly;
part of me leaving
never this quickly.
Perhaps I will stop,
present a smile;
woefully I go
to again find my way.
Now in these hours
tall days, short nights;
finding my way
til time is done.
never slowly;
part of me leaving
never this quickly.
Perhaps I will stop,
present a smile;
woefully I go
to again find my way.
Now in these hours
tall days, short nights;
finding my way
til time is done.
posted by misawa at 3:11 PM
1 Comments:
Graduation in 112 days and counting . . . Hun - you are doing amazing and God is going to do amazing things in your life. I can't wait to see what He has in store for you. (mwah)
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