Life – With a pinch of salt

Everything passes. It has to. That's the beauty and tragedy of it.

Lone Traveler…

The world, my friend, is not my home,
I am just passing by.
A lonely traveler, I walk on alone,
under a solemn sky.

My burden is heavy, my goal unknown,
No soul to walk with me.
When darkness falls and the light has gone,
No guiding star I see.

The daylight must have gone for good,
For, nothing stays long enough.
In my eyes, where dreams had stood,
lies only a mirage of love.

Where have they gone, those golden days,
leaving lone memories behind?
Amid this sorrow, this pain that stays,
the knots of my life unwind.

A whiff of freshness, a dew-drop at dawn,
A passing cloud in the sky.
All that remain for an hour alone,
In my heart, forever they lie…

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This entry was posted on October 10, 2014 by in Poetry and tagged , , , , .
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