A TRAVELLING THOUGHT - IN SEARCH OF ENLIGHTENMENT
Like some Arthurian legend
My sword sways in the breeze,
Embedded in a godforsaken stone.
Will she who I belong to,
Ever find me?
Never mind me?
Unsheathed my blade never dulled;
Sharpened by the elements of this earth.
As the wind howls,
I wait.
In the distance.
A blade of grass finds itself in a similar predicament.
© : Ludolf R. Grollé

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