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Jun 2015
I don't testify to my misfortune
this road alone I travel
I bear witness to one cry full
that gave me hope

Undelivered yet, on the road travelling
I quest  unending
for the echoes I hear
for the promise that voice
the melody the
silence it brought

the never ending patience
never doubted where at the end of this road
my feet splintered raw  all my energy
I give to this

where on around corners
might be after I die
or in another realm
be the answers to what I seek.
Silently asking me
to find.

I will.
wordvango
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