Pathes Poem by Moth Harris
Pathes
My shoes are filled with sand.
They're hurting my feet again.
Standing before these pathes and
I don't know where to begin.
The first step is the hardest,
because you're choosing where to go.
There's no point to resist,
but It's just that I don't know...
Which ever path I do decide,
I promise that I will look back.
I'll use your smile as a guide,
To keep my happiness on track.
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4/19/2024 5:27:23 PM # 1.0.0.1119
So sweet and reflective has a gripping nature to it. I can relate. Enjoyed.