Walk the path.
And when you can’t anymore;
Walk another step,
and another.
Growth is uncomfortable
and precious.
And time –
a single grain of sand.
Of all the light there is,
the one we don’t see
is the brightest of all.
Poem by Ansua Dutta-Wystup
Walk the path.
And when you can’t anymore;
Walk another step,
and another.
Growth is uncomfortable
and precious.
And time –
a single grain of sand.
Of all the light there is,
the one we don’t see
is the brightest of all.
Poem by Ansua Dutta-Wystup
Beautiful setting for this lovely poem
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Very good
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What a beautiful write and view!
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Beautiful
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Agree with this, beautifully written.
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Reality check!
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