Kilt is drawn up to the knee,
the sturdy boots are grounding the feet,
the corrugated paths,
the travails that beacon from the past,
the grit that can’t be impinged,
and though the destination is far from any reach,
I know the journey shall be stellar
and is raring to emerge from the veil
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Lovely poem!
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Thank you so much, Lucy. Hope all is well
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nice one
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Thanks so much dear 💕
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my pleasure……..
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🌸💕
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