Moneca
Moneca
Dawn upon this barren
landscape of my reality.
One more journey across
This vast land for me.
Then, in the twilight
of my days, I will see
what fate had in store,
am I to be ?, will I be set free ?
I will – very much – miss you,
as - in my mind, my life, I always do.
B. J. “A” 2
October 23rd 2007
Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield | Year Posted 2013
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