My self wonders..

I said to myself:

"self, be good to yourself"

My self just looked and smiled.

But on the expressive side

it lingered in footpaths

upon the lower hills.--

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Sun is shining,

snow glistens

and melting ice is received

by feelings as a rippling effect

across the body.

_

Transtion taunts.

_

I stand in honor of past history.

I cling to no guilt.

It melts away into new adventures;

new avenues...

Streams are held by new guidelines

of which at this timeI am blind.

So I linger...

because;

what else is there to do?

And I say to my self:

"self, it is all you can do for now"

~

There is someone, somewhere,

traveling a long distance

and there is someone digging their feet

into soil that is spoiled.

But the riches have never been richer.

~

Gravity pulls..

Could a trusting freind be the answer...

my self wonders..