The Wanderer
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Obscured sky. the sun migrates, Besprinkling the stars, On an ancient canopy, A pilgrim wanders, Steered by light, Diffusing from candlelight flies. Crossing deserts,oceans and lands, A jaded heart, Befriends Ole Time. Many moons slide, Stars outshine, Once sparkling eyes of a wise sojouner, His desire at once demised. God take my sins, For sorrow it fills, Bewildered I am, Where no man tread, "Why am I here?" He asks in prayer.
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