Tuesday, January 3, 2017


A simple thought, not glamour bound, belief in all one sees
Such frankness at the charge of life, no thought of angst that flees
A mantra through the depths of time, "I will naïveté"
A view to match the tides of life, a will that will be free
No shackles bind, no fetters trail, the arms are open wide
To take in all the breadth of life, the wonder that I ride
Encouraging the canter as the wind is felt so cool
The pace is set, horizons roll, the heart becomes the fuel


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