"I am hearing poetry when awake,
dreaming poetry when asleep,
breathing poetry with each breath,
I am living in a poem."
Candles, earthen lamps ....will always light our paths.
Beautiful, Susie, those back roads that lead us home...and your poem.
Such tender words of guidance and hope cannot fail to touch the heart.
Lots of Southern heritage in my family so I love the "southern back roadsare the candles to lead you home"
The contrast between the candles and the dark road is stunning. Well done, Susie!
A lovely sentiment of longing and nostalgia.
the plural of Elvis is Elvii. Or maybe Elvira? :)kidding aside, this is a tender and insightful invitation of return. ~
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