Swirls dancing at my feet, grains of dust
Dry earth, marking time
Walking away from the past
Shaking off the grains of time
Warm winds brushing my face
Slipping through my fingers
Hand in hand together
Come into the wilderness to be free
Freedom to be me
See the path calling you into the new
Winds of dust wiping the past away
Guiding you into the future
Sands of time calling you
Beckoning, whispering
Slipping off the old
Go out and make new, be you
Walker
Friday, January 26, 2007
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