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I see my path but I do not know where it leads. Not knowing where I am going is what inspires me to travel it.
(Rosaliade Castro)
Tag Archives: Poems
Some Days The Ocean Plays (#350)
Sea foam flies wildly across the beach on windy days. Frothy bubbles of ocean spray iridescent in the sun. Leading an erratic path of abandon. Sea idyll…..wild!