Day by day I wander, New sights old sights distant past, The seeker, the hunter, On the endless journey.
Mountains raise, mountains fall Streams shrivel beneath unforgiving rays My quest still fresh, You, still miles away.
My love unconquered, always searching for someone true, lonely for till then shall remain the hunter.
Till we meet, and touch Till thine holds thy heart, Till she declares me hers, I will travel the endless road through Dante's Hell.
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Posted: Aug 2009
About this poem:
Wrote it on the spur of the moment. Personally John Donne could have done better, or Lawerance Farhinetti. But then again not bad for an amateur. Hope there isn't too many embarraising misspelling, etc.