Pathwalker

by PorcelainMoon   Mar 17, 2014


Forest wanderer's melodies through the dreary trees
Bringing me to my swollen knees
Uncharitable winters when this darkness grips a compassionate hold
Old man stutters wisdoms, foretold
Blackened eyes in a callous collaboration with the night
Path walking seeking a spiritual rite

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