Monday, October 17, 2016

"Foreign lands"

The mind is shattered on the rocks thrown up by foreign shore
Unsure of acts, the heart now stands and rises to the fore
On foreign lands, on hobbled legs, look out upon the sea
Remember there, with fondest thoughts, a distant memory
The will to stumble forward, now, upon the distant coast
Is something few have had the will to later have the boast


© 2012 whickwithy

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