It isn't about how hight you get up on the scale
or the decor of the places you have been to....
...the other road you yourself have paved.
Its about the peach in the tree and bing cherries.
Too many moments to few days are not on my lips.
The sands of my past are solid and I am adorned
with love and grace from all that matter.
Copyright ©® Sarah Sisson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem