I run to you
On that winding, unyielding road
Down its deserted, sweaty path
I run to you
Where rivers are parched
Shriveled relics roam
Dying lands beg for mercy
Of that memory gone dim
I reach for you
Like a flower to its sun
A bee to its bud
A bud to its bloom
A lyric to its song
Like a child to its mother
A moment to its night
A traveler lost to,.. home
A prayer to its religion
Like a love to its devotion
A moth to its flame
A drunk to his poison
A monk to his salvation
I run to you
On that winding, unyielding road
Down its deserted, sweaty path
Where rivers are parched
Shriveled relics roam
Dying lands beg for mercy
I reach for you
In that memory gone dim...
Poetry by karmic justice
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Written on 2015-05-03 at 09:17
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