White lines lead the way forward
past the rows of hanged men
We follow along, keep our eyes down
and try to convince ourselves that each last breath
is a gentle wind sighing
There’s no end in sight
not to the wind or the thin white lines
or to the day breaking slow above us
turning the dead to silhouettes so beautiful
that some of us stop for a moment to admire them
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Love this Mitch. I especially loved these lines,
“We follow along, keep our eyes down
and try to convince ourselves that each last breath
is a gentle wind sighing”
Great work my friend. Have an amazing day. Love Joni
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Thanks so much Joni (:
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