The WandererThe Wanderer
Feb 15, 2020
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Among the monoliths of the green expanse,
He walked in a silent daze.
And it was by chance, by hallowed grace,
That he came upon that maze.
Beware, beware, for its song enchants,
The songs of a broken home.
Beware, beware, the green-stroked roads,
The enthralling forest Rome.
So the winds of change carried melodies,
Through the hallowed branches' reign
And the golden veils of long-lost memories
Danced like oblivions twirling bane.
He wandered through, and he blundered, too
Going hither-to and fro.
This was his land once, but is no more
And now where's there to go?