A traveler I was early this morning,
tearing the seams at earths beauty,
Dragging my footsteps upon its stiches,
I freed bones from the dark crevices.
Lifeless I stood before these soldiers,
Burried nameless years ago,
For mothers and daughters have begotten,
brittled corpses from the grave.
And so my yearning dusk awoken,
to leed me stray upon this path,
Abraham's journey I have taken,
Brimstone pillars of salt remain.
Held my ground for one more day,
Cheering the sun along the way,
Forgetting the irony that lay before me,
Which gave me strength to walking.
So with time my feet aged,
And to the ground became one,
For this spring a monument was born,
Testament to the road forgotten.
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Held my ground for one more day, Cheering the sun along the way, Forgetting the irony that lay before me, Which gave me strength to walking. so many poems, beautiful ones are sleeping inside you. Take pains to bring it out and present it to the world. thanku for your greatness as a poet. tony