Journey

Still round the corner,

There may wait,

A new road

Or

A

Secret gate;

From where

The

Wandering feet

Might

Stumble

On path

To

The

Moons and stars,

Over

Rocks,

Grass and stone,

Under the trees,

And

Green splendors;

Where

The blue

Or perhaps

Even

Purple

Horizons

Beacon

Their soul

To

Ramble

Rove,

And

Unravel

What

Lies

Hidden

In the

Seven realms

Of

The

Rainbow;

Eager feet

Scour

The

Road ahead,

To

Untangle

The variegation

Of

Passion, prosperity,

And

Purpose;

And

When the

Journey

Is done,

The weary feet

Shall

Turn

Homewards

For

Evening-rest

For

There

The candle still burns.

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