Translucent
Walked upon a clear, shining vein of the sun, beamingit's magnificent strength upon my face asmy eyes searched for its existence and beyond.Each vein standing against itself and on it's own,projecting it's own strength without permission.
I stand wistfully experiencing this wisdom,exhaling pure life,realizingI must first inhale!
Am I translucent? Am I so visible? Does each vein represent a road I must take?or a road to be taken to connect to the mainstream of the stem?The root?Can I travel that far, go the distance?
... Nadolyn H. Robinson
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