The Quest
Magical, some would call it madness. Yet those who do not dream; be this lack of vision, or the mind just refusing to see. Two legs as if giant pistons in the heat of the sun. Pain with the expression of "weakness leaving the body" ever onward the wheels turn. Birds singing their welcome and encouragement. Mile after mile the trees lend their shade to this quest. Sights, sounds, and shade from the burning of the sun; the trees beckon me onward. All that is seen and heard gives its strength to the giant pistons. Can you not see the dream unfold, this mighty quest moving ever forward.
© 2012 Words the Windows to the Soul
You will do the Ride Mark, and we will Ride along with you, Keep dreaming Mark don't give up, you have work so hard, your dream will come true
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Sue
Greetings, my friend ... long time no see ... moving forward, I hope? I am, for the most part, I think ... Always, cat.
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