lead my hand
on this land
o' dear life,
until the end

o' dear thought
of comfort

seed my life
feed me not in strife
bleed me joy from nine to five

lead me a journey of phases
a journey of ages
to face this

germinate in me a corn
of survival
a history of possibilities
a record of living to afford
a source to live

for this life
is a choreographer of life
a propeller of existence
an economy of spiritual commodities

a tear dropp of opportunities
yet not so many does see its commonalities
an event of anomalies and regularities

lead me a way o' dear life
carry me a sledge on a journey of life
a terrain of survival and life

a gemstone for many
a pentagon of any
a model of penny

an artwork of joy

a string of life on a journey
a script of many
a stanza of any

**extract from 'journey of life' and 'on a journey', a february 2012 ebook**

(c) 08.02.2012
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