SOMETIME IN 6/18-22/03


The rain continues to patter
Everything gets wet
Plans suddenly changed

Rain rain go away…

Down that slippery path they lead
Down that rocky road they drive
Down the mountainside they travel
Down the rugged trail theu conquer

In every steep they barely pass
Alone, they keep their fear

Far from here lives a wary soul
Bearing the pain of being alone

Wondering where her love goes
“What if I won’t be able to say how much you mean t me?”
“How would you know that you changed a lot of me”

All that she fears

Far from here, she touches the silhouette of that loved souls,
She created

“Lord, be their driver and be the path they lead”

She fearfully prays..

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