Not Of This Place

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Courtesy of: https://celestehigh.com

 

A pilgrim, I walk alone

Friends I meet, and lose

Pain I have felt

Some I did choose

 

In a barren land I tread

Thinking by choice

A guiding hand

Usurped my voice

 

And I am a traveler

Paths I forge in trust

With no map

I must

 

A Pilgrim, walking alone

A visitor in this place

For a time

Then I go in Grace

 

Stoic.

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