Light The Way For Me
A Poem
You hang there, swinging in the wind,
On the old tree next to the trail,
As I take my nightly walk past you.
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I glance down at the ground.
The pebbles, twigs, and dirt are barely visible,
Beneath your soft, gentle glow.
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But that’s okay.
I don’t need the brightest light,
Just the light that will guide me on my path.
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The light that won’t waver,
That will be there for me,
No matter what happens.
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Amethyst Champagne
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Lovely words and lights don't need to be bright, just to be seen
Sweet poem! It makes me wonder who put the lamp there and turns it on!? 💜