After a long way, trotting
through thousands of miles,
with hope that,
it would come to an end,
has brought me to another road.
It wasn't so easy,
but at least I have come this far,
this seems to be an endless journey.
There's no way to turn back
as we've been a long way.
Nobody to guide; no compasses,
no stars, no directions.
Just me and the winding road
till the end of the world.
Ah! Here comes a friendly traveler,
and asks me, "Where are you heading?"
Oh! Perhaps I'll never know
What to say and where to go.
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My Poetry Collection
PoetryMy favorite pass time. I now have many of my own. Let me show you what real poetry means as you flip through the pages. So why not take a chance??? P.S: I can't believe this is blew up in just one day, but thank you for the love! (Duh, I still don't...
