Escape The Many
Sometimes, always
lost in a field of dew
seeking that path
to escape the many
find the few
Always, sometimes
at one in a forest of oak
listening to words
as
they are gently spoke
Sometimes, always
lost in a field of dew
seeking that path
to escape the many
find the few
Always, sometimes
at one in a forest of oak
listening to words
as
they are gently spoke
Listening for the “still small voice!” Thanks for this!
You’re welcome and thank you for the lovely comment 😊
You seem to have a good ear for listening to words as they are gently spoke.
Thank you Geoff 😊
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Beautifully penned!
Thank you! 😊