Sonnet 11 Aimless Pilgrimage Poem by Francisco Luis Arroyave Tabares

To the old days I went to gather seeds
Plus things that still come to my memory
Of places that once contoured history
And now are shadows that some sigil reads. 4

I see with a glance the worlds wisdom feeds
And view all heights and stars shining glory
Reviewing dreams that lead to mystery
And roots of myths from times of bows and reads.

But the reality lies far beyond
This ardent pilgrimage that look so dark
Thinking of power and its toys that blast.
When we think of love of which we are fond
It is unfair to depend on a spark
To enter ages that are worst than any past.
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4-. Sigil = any image or sing of having some mysterious
power in magic, or astrology.