Off The Beaten PathA Poem by PeteAt the extreme north, the voyagers are obliged to dance and act plays for employment. - ThoreauTake my hand. We'll dance endlessly into the night. Strutting a sabean sabbatical in sackcloth. One-stepping into oblivion. Time will stop. Inhibitions will drop. Hearts will meld. Eternity will be ours. Our spirits will grow like colorful flowers in a field. Treading on Heaven's fray. Because where there's a "will" ... ... there surely must be a way ... © 2020 PeteAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on January 30, 2020 Last Updated on January 31, 2020 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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