Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Tree limbs gently arching o’er the path
Reaching to us, beckoning: “Please come!”
As portal to a secret unknown place
Neath which we’re tugged, encouraged toward the light
Questions fall away, their sound un-uttered
Unanswered, yet uncertainties are cleared
Intrinsic and instinctive knowledge comes
Langorously leaning, leading home.
Photo Friday: TRANQUIL
What a pretty place! I can imagine myself strolling there.
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