Sunday, April 30, 2017

Inspiration

Sweeping hills caress the sky,
Animals roam freely across my mind's eye,
A place where dreams can fly,
A place to reach so high.

When I find that place,
I will have run the race,
I will have set the pace,
I will have won the race.

Inspiration comes to me,
I wish to use it sparingly,
To save some for every 'Me',
Across my years of life I see.

A palate so broad,
A slate so clean,
A brush to paint,
This life, a dream.




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