When a step starts journey
May face roads with flowers
Or may with stones
But the experience matters alone.
When a step starts journey
Mays face forces pulling leg
Or may the forces with bless
Pushing the step ahead
May be created a bloody background
May be a place to worship the step
But experience matters alone
With a rising light to the dark sky.
rising light, you are, my dear daughter, of course experience matters, good one, go on writing.
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