it’s what I do.
I take my mop,
my dreams,
and I turn away.
Sometime
between
somewhere
amongst the trees
I lost my way.
I walk away
The Temenos Journal
The Story of Me
it’s what I do.
I take my mop,
my dreams,
and I turn away.
Sometime
between
somewhere
amongst the trees
I lost my way.
You go, Girl… this is wonderful! Proud, proud, proud of you am I.
thank you Penny…;-) and I hope you are enjoying your island in the sun…we’re more of an island in the snow. Of which I have to go out and shovel more of today. Irish would be more useful if she shoveled…she LOVES it out there….brrrrr
Short but very emotive.
thank you