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The Wanderer

Many moons have fallen Since the captain set sail. This relentless wanderer, Who searches the world To uncover a timeless tale. Rove though he must, Persevere through time, Across a perilous sea, For more than aged wine. “Let it go, tis the key,” Whispers the wind amidst the billows. But can he unlock the truth, Or trust echoes from the past, While the tempest blows strong Whipping wildly upon his mast. “Is it too late?” he cries to Aeolus, ”To unveil the true passage, Tame the internal flame, Decipher the hidden message?” Alas! Breathe out the impending woe, Unsheathe the burning desire, Unchain the unending sorrow, And untie this soul on fire. Now let it go; let it be And let this night unfurl A mystery of a heart’s plea, Which has searched the world To one day, once again, be free.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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