Pilgrim

09.01.2015

No Shelter from the sandstorms,
Nor from the bitter cold
That awakens and marauds in the darkness;
or his lost love: the heat
seeking him in the day.

Not a leaf,
Not a life,
Hunched shoulders,
Bowed heads,
Eyes never looking up.

Forty less ten: Still following.

© Denis Adide 2015

“Are you able to drink the cup that I drink, or to be baptized with the baptism with which I am baptized?”

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