My beauty strides on

April 16, 2018

 

 

In the morning, I rise,

my beauty inside

and beside me, my beauty

smiles from within.

 

At the edge, I arrive,

all around the steam rises

as the cold stream subsides

and the thoughts run clear.

 

My beauty can't lie,

for those thoughts run dry

under glinting cobbles

of a wonderful dream.

 

Long beyond the mist

the clearest skies stretch

into sheer abundance,

mile upon mile.

 

Onwards and steady,

my path's laid bare

as over each fence

my foot meets a stile.

 

Victory lies forward,

the end not in sight,

except for the turn

of day into night.

 

Every step hears a crunch underfoot,

the splash of a puddle

or the crack of wood

as beside me my beauty strides on.

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