Trails of trials

Whispers of a poet's heart

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Unabashedly tears would seep alone 
And take with each- dust of my soul 
Under dying stars, I have whispered to 
With steadfast prayers I've sent to you 
Trusting you’ve heard my horsed words
Treading inwardly to find the answers 
There’re times when my battered frame
Feels more like some indentured slave
Carrying my tattered heart and mind 
Throughout some peripatetic lifestyle
As I instinctively transient to and fro 
For loving rest in arms called … home 

Poet of the Light © 2021 

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