WINDING | poem

Though life may seem
A winding path
And miles we clock
With blistered feet

But oh what scenic
Routes we’d miss
If the short cut sign
We did not skip

The salmon sunsets
The glittering sea
Fresh salty air
Warm toasty beams

Sharing stories that bind
To pass the time
When travellers bond
On this trip called life

- de’BEE

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