A Footstep

July 6, 2018

Words to escape from reality

Into what I make my own

Creating what seems like a dream

But makes it more easily shown

Wanting to map out my destiny

And to cross paths with a love

Be a person, passion, or peace

Ending up with my God above

It is for my sensuality

Knowing I will leave this earth

However still leaving my mark

Providing a new kind of birth

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