Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Going back...
Its time to return home,
After all the wanderings
Across the rough and the smooth;
Its time to go back,
Where the dreams wait by the light and the dark,
And a veiled belle for me, sitting by the doorstep...
Its time to retrace,
The path I loved so much,
The way to home,
At the end of a cloudy day...
Its time, my friend,
To be there,
At the end of a month and a year,
At the end of the longest solitary ride,
At the end of it all...
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