Blessed
New hope carried my soul through summer travels
its timing good karmic irony ,found in ancient parables
I've dared myself to exceed my expectations
I've survived with new creations
displayed on the walls of art galleries
in towns I'll never see
sometimes wisdom must resolve indecision
No desire no vision
gave myself permission
never to keep my distnce from success
...blessed
Copyright © Troy Tinsley | Year Posted 2005
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