Solitude comes to those that seek it
a blanket of snow descending on the mind
as thoughts crunch through virgin fields
leaving tracks on the landscape of our life
there are moments we choose the well worn path
it's ease giving us temporary relief
and yet, for some the path of least resistance is not a path at all
treading through fresh powder with a will to find
the view, the moment, the experience
that gives the mind it's reprieve when the body is tired
the bird that lands on the snow laden branch
taking in the landscape in its search for food
gone in an instant without leaving a trace
you will eventually find your way
somewhere
though not always where you think
-- Marcos Ifalola Sanchez --
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