What are you searching for?
You, who wander the streets
with the look on your face
that mirrors a tortured soul
Although you search
"high and low," what you
seek you will not find,
unless you turn your
search within
Take it from someone
who knows; the path
is made of briars and
stone, yet if you
walk your way
in light, you
will never travel
your path alone
Lynn West
(c) 2009
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i love this poem
i love this poem
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