Publication Date: 22/07/2022
The wanderer walks in the empty desert,
Far from society, far from the city,
Which was once his home,
Which was once his everything.
He walks in the desert,
In a direction unknown,
Far from the city of love,
Far from the people of love.
As he walks over the treacherous sand,
That have taken many lives and many dreams,
He looms over the memory of the loved ones,
The sweet, bitter, and the sad memories,
The memories he cherishes as they were pure,
The memories he embraced as they were gifts.
As the wanderer walks under the gentle moon,
The lust remains on the lips,
The cravings echos in the heart,
Yet he has to make the journey to the far land,
As better days await, as there are memories yet to be made.