I may not have walked
your path, yet I journeyed
to where you are,
felt the coldness of
November's rain
as thick as London's fog.
I may not have walked
by you, yet I saw
the place you stood,
eyes of grayish blue,
a weathered face,
a man so misunderstood.
I may not have walked
into your life, yet I felt
the empty eagerness
you held within your heart.
I offered you my love
from where I stood
so close, yet so far apart.
I may not have walked
the distance, yet I knew
how many miles between,
the road less traveled,
the one we both have seen.
Copyright 2003 Tracey L. Hardie
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Reviews of "November's Rain "
Reviewed by Maurice
Reviewed on April 17, 2003
I must agree with your other fans thats last verse was powerful
Tracey,
Such beauty and emotion
"I many not have walked
the distance, yet I knew
how many miles between,
the road less traveled,
the one we both have seen. "
Peggy
Tracey,
Great title, and very touching write! It hits that spot deep inside.
"I many not have walked
the distance, yet I knew
how many miles between,
the road less traveled,
the one we both have seen."
This is my favorite stanza!
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Such beauty and emotion
"I many not have walked
the distance, yet I knew
how many miles between,
the road less traveled,
the one we both have seen. "
Peggy
Peace,
Cherokee
Great title, and very touching write! It hits that spot deep inside.
"I many not have walked
the distance, yet I knew
how many miles between,
the road less traveled,
the one we both have seen."
This is my favorite stanza!
Hugs,
Maria