Crumbs
Words are the crumbs I leave along
The trail of my thoughts should you
Want to follow. Some are rhymes,
Some are signs, one is, cautionary.
Equal, too, the unmarked post
For without mystery there can be no discovery.
Copyright © Paul Thomson | Year Posted 2021
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