The Wandering Man, A Man With No Shadow.
I sip from springs of sorrow.
From the worlds bitter winds
I seek shelter in the shadow of the tomb.
I weep on the verge.
I walk over rocks,
Through valleys of death,
I see dark clouds ascend
Across the deserts of vast eternity.
To be continued.
Nuthatch
10 years ago
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