Tired from a never-ending journey
The wanderer looked to rest.
Bruised and weary, he'd stop.
And ask the Universe for directions.
Time and again, the sun smiled,
The stars ignited a hope in him,
The moon showed a path to go on,
The nature echoed in a chorus theme,
"Tomorrow you will be Home!"
Tomorrow turned into yesterday,
Years, decades and eras passed,
Yet like the wind aimless and worn,
He roamed the paths, lovelorn.
Never giving up on his faith,
Hurt and healed by people he had met,
Faith finally led him to a door
And just like that, he was home.
© Suranya
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