After hardships, and escapes,
I'm still journeying, I'm still awake.
The trail is dark, and the hope is far,
I'm still carrying your wish, you're still my Star
Over aching hills and sharp thickets,
through stubborn rivers and angry crags.
No more snakes,
so long wolves,
no more ghosts,
goodbye Moon
I can sigh in relief now,
and laugh before seeing my shining one.
Hello white gates,
you too brass horns,
How are you morning?
It's good to see you Sun
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Comments2
A wonderful bright outlook. Very nice
That's a wonderful positive write, enjoyed the read
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