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| Navigational Artwork and Directions By Colleen Yorke, © 2015. |
The path is made by walking
Or running.
Trails are lines of thought.
They meander,
Crisscross each other,
Fold,
And flow off in
Odd directions.
Emotions are no more visible
Than the wind,
Until they touch something.
There is nothing
Out of place here.
How could there be,
It's nature.
An edge to walk.
Or run.
© Colleen Yorke. All rights reserved. 2014. (Repost from Walking With Strangers)
