Thursday, June 14, 2012
Journey
We heave and hull over the mountains,
till our feet are sore and our bodies tell us we can’t carry on.
But to the land of softness and gliding winds we must go.
The rains push us forward and evaporates into our skin.
Our minds are not weary of travel but filled with verse and song,
Till our journey takes us into oblivion and utopia and the lands
shine with crystal fire.
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