trail’s end
marks
the death of an era;
muddy, strain-stained boots
once again
on solid ground.
too long was the time of chagrin,
too long did we try to broaden
the horizon of the blind.
ways part ~
roads differ;
the night is long.
We, the Moving,
our eyes open wide;
we ride.
break free;
rusty chains on charred ground,
leave the spoils of the new world
piling high ~
we ride
with purpose
we ride
for a new dawn.
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photo credits: murraymitchell.com
Another Wandering Soul 
“… too long did we try to broaden the horizon of the blind” is a stunning line and the last verse is a superb conclusion.
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thank you 🙂
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An amazing poem – such deep and wonderful textures in this.
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awh, thank you! 🙂 i am glad you enjoyed!
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I love this one M…
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awh do you 🙂
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Very inspiring and each line well chosen and composed. Great piece Miriam.
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thank you!
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