A Stroll

Sure footed,
I walked long tiresome miles,
hanged smiles along the way,
and wore wrinkled scars
where endless thoughts lingered.

The path of life lead,
where the horizon lurked,
and the walk,
among mortal coils,
a rift between
poetic reasons
and dreams of passion.
I kept walking,
and never stopped dreaming
until today.
I realized,
that where I was headed
was inches from
where I started.

-Said Leghlid, 2003

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