Along life’s path
we cobble together experiences,
lessons learned, loves lost
and found.
Some leave no stone unturned
in their search for meaning.
Others piece their stones together
along an uneven trail,
and do not mind when
moss gathers to fill in the gaps.
What Rhymes with Stanza? 
Oooo. I love that gathered moss…
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I love moss!
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Me too!
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I would be one of those that do not mind the moss.
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Me, too.
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I think I would travel an uneven path and not mind the moss filling in the gaps.
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That’s more my style, too.
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Really lovely reflective piece!
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Nice ending about that moss in the gaps.
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I like this use of the word cobble. Nicely written.
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Beautiful image and sentiment. ❤ Sometimes moss means only that the ocean is near.
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Moss suits me well.
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Moss gives cobbles character 🙂
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It truly does.
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I love whatever growth that fill the gaps.
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Yes, bringing cohesion to the path.
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My path through life has been zig-zagged, and the moss soft and green. What a beautiful poem, Maggie!
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Thank you! And thank goodness for soft, green moss.
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Well said 🙂
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Oh i love this! Moss equal to cobbles is character 😉
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Thank you.
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