The Script

By , Bloomfield Hills, MI
As the book may go,
It proves to show,
Not only does it have to be,
It can only lead one way,
Both of us free.
Around the twisted corner
Through the meadow,
Across the field,
One thing I know.
Together we heal.
Along the side of the twisted path,
Leaves one reason behind the shaft,
A door to open to a path,
To lead us home,
Both intact.





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