When years pass just like a wind and rain falls off the sky..
The imagination and sorrow strike my mind when I had set my hopes high...
Leaping over all the mistakes of my past walking on the dusty weedy road..
Not knowing the address of my destination my courage gathered in a horde...
I am neither a traveller nor a wanderer who lost his way..
But a hopeful heart,enjoying the ride and travelling far away...
When the years that passed light up a promise that you made..
Come to find me, bring me joy,forgetting all that I said...
😊
©wanibo
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