Guided by thick blankets of fog; Morning-time
Anxious thinking remains her close ally during this journey
The wooing of the spring winds clamber fourth
And as the dire dredge towards Santiago de Compostela carries on; she stops
Her pursuit of a goal takes a momentary crash
This heroine remains nameless, but only to a select few
As she paces along the lonesome road, where silence sleeps
A single tear, channelled from her right eye; falls
Her map makes for confused reading, a blinded book
Darting around for new meaning, a whisper of life is summoned
A townie owl, a juvenile of sorts
Sits atop a moss laden branch, its eye’s so wide
And in this moment of hesitation, the circular sun rises from its slumber
Bursting to life with energy
The road awakens
A passage? Perhaps
She marches on; hopeful
Doubtless
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 11:47 AM UTC
Guided by thick blankets of fog; Morning-time
Anxious thinking remains her close ally during this journey
The wooing of the spring winds clamber fourth
And as the dire dredge towards Santiago de Compostela carries on; she stops
Her pursuit of a goal takes a momentary crash
This heroine remains nameless, but only to a select few
As she paces along the lonesome road, where silence sleeps
A single tear, channelled from her right eye; falls
Her map makes for confused reading, a blinded book
Darting around for new meaning, a whisper of life is summoned
A townie owl, a juvenile of sorts
Sits atop a moss laden branch, its eye’s so wide
And in this moment of hesitation, the circular sun rises from its slumber
Bursting to life with energy
The road awakens
A passage? Perhaps
She marches on; hopeful
Doubtless
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