The Trail

If hearts are warm
they face life’s storm
and see the truth
that is their youth
for hearts don’t die
if they can fly;
they don’t get cold
as we get old.
They shine their light
and know what’s right
and walk the trail
that cannot fail.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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