Not all those who wander are lost
Of old things far off
that but few hearts can keep
cold shoulders and parting shots
receding silhouettes of dreams deferred
dreams returned
we were legends for the fireside
am now in love
with the wind
and you?
you are my achilles
a stubborn insistence
of a life after life
let me go....please?!
© November 2011
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