Monday, February 27, 2012


There are no maps
To direct me
No highways to follow
No hills to climb
But I can find you
With my eyes closed
Destinies of the heart
Are traveled
Through the mind


1 comment:

  1. Ah...some of the best journeys are mental and can take place any time!


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