Quenching with sweat,
With the sun on top,
While dusk of dawn,
Beyond the horizon awaits.
I alone walks,
In this long lonely road,
Savoring blisters and memories,
Of the roads that I have passed.
Looking beyond,
The road still having no end,
And neither does the weather,
Seems to favor by my side.
I walk with trembling knees,
Releasing every force that remains,
For I have no other choice,
But to walk in this long lonely road....
Thursday, February 14, 2008
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