I don't know where it goes
The road we are walking on
Tentative footsteps lurk
Around edges of a garden
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Love is a road we travel down with tentative steps because we want love to work and blossom. you have written a delightfully exquisite poem that goes to my favourites.
Smog is inside me as well... the quest to scan the own soul adds dignity to the corpus of the poem. I appreciate the meticulous review of esteemed poet David. A wonderful poem. To my favourites.