the long shadow cast in the midday sun provides a new perspective
all too often we trade in our hopes and dreams for false security
we often put faith in something based on the past not on the present
caution, you’ve been warned if you cross that line; proceed and you’re on your own
huddled together backs turned toward winter’s wrath protected from harm
small tracks in the snow are a reminder of who we share our lives with
often patiently they sit and wait for someone to tell their story
once an idea becomes concrete isn’t it a reality?
how often do we find ourselves in places where we feel dead inside?
when the mind wanders we allow ourselves to see things as they could be
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