Wednesday, December 7, 2016

Inch by Inch


Inch by Inch 


When my mind is whirling
Hard to fathom
Where destination invites
Inch by inch, 
I am walking

Butterflies fly
I fly
Not yet you whisper
Inch by inch,
I am leaping

Boulevards under construction
Do not cross says a sign
Cement is not dry yet
Inch by inch, 
I am crossing

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