Steps coming closer
With a much more clearer voice
Road seeming empty
With no end on other side
Still walking forward
With no one on the way
Crisp smiling lips
With a tear on the face
Long standing still
With nowhere to go
A lone walk never ends
With an end that you know . . .
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 2:23 PM UTC
