Splitting Paths
 

Now even if our paths never form a chain

your memory’s footprints will remain

gently squeezed into the sand

of my heart’s, now barren, land

May words flow freely from your mind

your thoughts in rhyme and rythm bind

and when you pencil each new line

remember this pilgrim from the mists of time

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