Upon the path
Not yet so formed
I wandered forward
Through new world born
As nature’s branches
Reached like hands
My feet kept going
To find new lands
Up far ahead
I saw dim light
Where sun sleeps
Come, when night
I, with a mission
Would wander still
To find the moon
Beyond the hill
Its smile for me
Had filled my heart
And led me here
It gave me start
My mind, my heart,
My feet, they tread
As grass would soon
Become my bed
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Author:
Michael (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: We all need a special place to go to or retreat tto in order to find peace, don\\\'t we?
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