The Traveler
The traveler comes, the traveler goes,
in the wisps of silence he moves,
within solitude he is,
his cloak worn long with anonymity,
he passes through veils of fear
in to who he has become,
the fragrance of life is his to savor,
NOW,
a loneliness not so vague gnaws at ego,
bringing him to meet himself'
his only footing is the fresh unknown,
his pool of reflection,
the world his home,,,,,,,,,,
by; gentjim the traveler
The traveler comes, the traveler goes,
in the wisps of silence he moves,
within solitude he is,
his cloak worn long with anonymity,
he passes through veils of fear
in to who he has become,
the fragrance of life is his to savor,
NOW,
a loneliness not so vague gnaws at ego,
bringing him to meet himself'
his only footing is the fresh unknown,
his pool of reflection,
the world his home,,,,,,,,,,
by; gentjim the traveler
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gentjim
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the world is full of color it is not made up of shades of gray,
it is what you chose to see that is your reality,
little vision, dark mind
big vision, bright mind,
you chose the light you wish to shed. - 3 years ago
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gentjim
