
the road that we’re on
splits the horizon in two
learn to love both halves

the road that we’re on
splits the horizon in two
learn to love both halves

hands across the fence
an open – honest dialogue …
… a start to healing

a shared suffering
enkindles a common bond –
silent acceptance

clear cool morning
hot air rises easily
in a balloon
sunlight glistening
on beads of perspiration –
a runner’s bronze skin