Sunday Stanza: Poem Fifty Three-Journey By Hannah Williams

When the sight glazed across the journey, the lips let out a prayer so swift like the years of the youth.

The feet walks casually imprinting its mark.

Yet, no one remembers the hand that adorned the feet  nor the language that taught it how to walk.

An inscription stronger than titanium and more permanent than destiny.

Even when it detours to a space more temporary, the wind cannot lift away lift its particles.

May the footsteps be revered as much as where it stands.

Wherever the mind leads the feet, may it say it knew where it wanted to go.

Author: Hannah Williams

Hello, I’m Hannah. A young woman bright-eyed and bushy tailed for everything involving writing, reading and blogging. As a budding blogger, aspiring author and personal development enthusiast, I hope to transform the digital community with passion, purpose and the power of words. With this optimism, I aim to master the art of writing with my care-free approach to creativity.

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