Path

The path lay 

Nowhere special 

Leading to steps 

that descended 

A wall lined ally

 

Paved with warmth;

Life lay basking 

Absorbed in the walls

like the warmth 

 

I left a memory 

Still living

◄ Edge the hog

The stone of time ►

Comments

<Deleted User> (13762)

Mon 29th Jan 2018 08:49

ooh, my type of poem Des and one to definitely bask in. Thanks for posting. Col.

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