Stranger beseeched the cold winds of the night,
Walking the strides behind every diverging road;
Of melancholic views of mistaken tears in life,
He passed a savage forest hidden from the odds.
Thinking if he would follow the route of the antiques,
Afraid that yet again he could may never be found.
Upon entering, he would devour hundreds of risks,
He needs to shadow a North Star to be safe and sound.
Oct 30, 2012
Oct 30, 2012 at 11:53 PM UTC
Stranger beseeched the cold winds of the night,
Walking the strides behind every diverging road;
Of melancholic views of mistaken tears in life,
He passed a savage forest hidden from the odds.
Thinking if he would follow the route of the antiques,
Afraid that yet again he could may never be found.
Upon entering, he would devour hundreds of risks,
He needs to shadow a North Star to be safe and sound.
© 2012
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