Thistle Solitude
I have briefly caught sight of the other side of yesterday,
blinded by the sun, while running barefoot across a field of thorns
I'll carve a path through weeds and stones, to reach a childhood memory.
Inspired by Andrea's Contest: Glorious Sijo Fields
1/31/15
Resubmitted for Brian Strand's Contest: # 201
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