The Traveler

Right there,

A bit ahead of the crossroads;

A traveler stands, dazed, confused.

Desires tear him apart,

Fear and the uncertainty of the coming.

The traveler seeks solace,

He seeks comfort and love.

And a cove,

To retire, to hide away

Till the morning breaks out,

Till the mist clears.

The traveler seeks

That he has lost, that, which

Once was his, only his.

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