Life

Life is open to a mystery of fools who dare to tread its boards. 

We walk in shadow.

We walk in fire across
every mountain,
and every mire.

People who come and go, always leave their mark on the land that we know.
A lovely shot of the Yorkshire Dales

By Sam Fawcett

Published by Parisian Poetry

What makes us human, I believe is becoming to be stamped out. Words are so important, both spoken and on the page. Words make up the most powerful elements of our humanity. So, I'm feeling supersonic, why me why not? SF

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