A Lover's Pen

I’m a traveler, My Friend
In search of Solitude, I began.
Tasted the ashes of pain,
Blossoms of joy but yet,
Unsatisfied with this stubborn world.
Like a river, I run
I conquer everywhere I flow.
Few lands hurt me and other haunts.
Few hug me, others hide.
But nothing can surpass my journey.
From the stillness of Deserts
To the burning soil under my feet,
From the chillness of Ice,
To the melting glaciers around,
I flow and flow and flow.
Until I dry and die…

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