Fellow Travellers

FELLOW TRAVELLERS

Comes for us all
The time to roam
To wander abroad
Till we find a new home

Here’s to companions
Happy sharing our exile
Looking forward to the day
They once again enjoy our smile

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on December 24, 2012, in Poetry, Writing and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

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