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.--
Sun is shining,
and melting ice is received
by feelings as a rippling effect
across the body.
I stand in honor of past history.
I cling to no guilt.
It melts away into new adventures;
Streams are held by new guidelines
of which at this timeI am blind.
So I linger...
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.
Could a trusting freind be the answer...
my self wonders..
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