The weary traveller

 

Dare the weary traveller

Still walk on seeping sands

Those shells still echoes and haunt oceans

Driftwood like remnants of life

The wind still giving howls

The leaves melt into moss

Mountain’s silent glaciers

But witness to decline

Dogs remain to bark

Noontide follow mornings

Spiders spin and weave their webs

Glistening morning dew, so magic

Forever last the setting sun

On yellow gum and rocks of gold

But will the weary traveller

Still walk on seeping sands?

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