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Soft and downy feathers enfold me, it doesn't matter where I am anymore. I feel no cold, no fear, no exhaustion. A silent type of exhilaration under my skin.
Possibilities stretch in front of my eyes, blinding, bewildering but leading.
Who will I be at the end of the road.
Who am I at the start.
A path, luminescent, my eyes fixate, my heart remembers and my feet begin.
I meet them on the road.
Not wanting me to pass.
They hold me down.

The path is lost to me, winters ice still in my heart.

I rest some more.

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    Neville Hunt over 5 years ago

    Lovely writing... and the content has me thinking.... exactly what a good drabble should do :-)

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    Paul Tanner over 5 years ago

    Thank you for reading, and for the comments :)

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    Drew Martyn over 5 years ago

    I'm with Neville, beautifully written and a very thought-provoking piece.

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    D.M. over 5 years ago

    Interesting drabble. Welcome.

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