Swept up,
By the winds of change,
A faraway land lies in the horizon,
Distant and unknown,
Yet familiar to oneself.
The hands of time slow to a crawl,
For haven lied within proximity,
A picturesque deliberation,
Of elation.
A mark left behind,
Recollection of his endeavours,
Exuberance reflected in a smile.
A land of trials,
Seperates the earth from footfall,
A trail of prints left behind in the sand,
To answer a call,
For destiny.
Trust me I've no idea what was I writing. (: HAHA.
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