The Long Road
Your cane taps on cool stones. Tap, tap, tap.
You have seen this road in dreams. The wind smells like water and old leaves.
A river sings on one side. A quiet temple waits on the other. Which way will you go?
Your cane taps on cool stones. Tap, tap, tap.
You have seen this road in dreams. The wind smells like water and old leaves.
A river sings on one side. A quiet temple waits on the other. Which way will you go?