The eleven

As the sun goes down, our tears dry
Leaving tracks on our skin
Like an invisible path
Suddenly laid bare

We are called to follow
But the way is not always clear
As we breathe in new air
We breathe in new colours, like the splendor of a sunset
And hope this guides us in the days ahead

Hands stretch across the oceans
Distance irrelevant
A bond forged in love
and laughter
and sadness
A gathering of souls, with a clear vision

Peace

© wordsfromanotebook / suzie pearson

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