The End of The Street
Walk with me to the end of the street and greet all the people that you meet, take off your diamond ring and toss it the air and set a hat beneath it to catch it, and then you make a wish and catch the diamond ring; when you are done, have a tiny glass of white rum and have some musical fun.
Detour to the upper lane and walk around the curb, turn left, then right then left again, then turn right of center, and run with all the energy you have before the avalanche touch down, walk with me to the end of the street and I will give you everything you need.
Morning comes and I rushed through the door and I found the multitude streaming down the road; the crowd was so thick, and everyone was carrying a golden dish and walking harmoniously to the musical serenade.I couldn’t find a spot to barge in so I took a short-cut on the roof and walked half of the journey without shoes. The element was so strong and I could feel a strong power walking all over the land.
I soar to the sky and watch the universe dies and thick fog covers the earth and hope sinks into the ground and not a trace of residue on the earth could
be found but I kept running and running until I cover the entire ground.
Walk with me to the end of the street, it is where destiny meets.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2025
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