The Wanderer (My First Poem Posted In Fictionpress.com, Year 2003)

The journey is long

With each silent night passing by

The scent of my lady

Still lingers on in the air

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Inquisitiveness of a strange land

Yet loneliness prevails

Soft whisperings from unknown faces

Becoming so loud and clear

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The due of a wretched life

Marks the beginning of one’s silent reminiscences

The due of the shivered lips

Marks the ending of one’s deep regrets

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The guiding light leading the way

The way to the greenery

The greenery that is now covered with December’s snow

And yet familiar heartbeats are once again heard

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