The Falling Maples- Living Unconditionally- Poetry by S.S

 I touched the moon, and embraced the stars, As he stirred my soul, and kissed my scars........ S.S

 I wonder if at all there's an edge, of this bridge called 'p e r s i s t e n c e'........ S.S

Little did she know, that the journey, From love to the 'w o r d s' and 'p h r a s e s', Shall be defined by a scattered self, and confinement, in some infinitely baffling mazes........ S.S