The Field Poem by Whisper Dawn

The Field



The field we walk seems
never to stop
Different paths everywhere you turn
When one is yours to learn.
Left or right never wrong
Front or back either right
Walk the choice you
feel deep inside
Never doubt the way you go
The path we pick isn't
all we know
the way we walk thru it
Is our life that we are destined to Know.

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