Traveller

Having travelled many roads,

Burdened by many loads.

Rivers rapid at their crossing,

Heaving waves with their heavy tossing.

The weary desert sun,

From the shade we stand and prepare to run.

Then comes the heavy darkened rain,

The sweet sun lovers bane.

So many roads to travel,

Soft crunch of foot on gravel.

To the small deserted lands,

With its rich and golden sands.

 

First Published on: https://offtherecordblog.org

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