I Am A Traveler.

Over hills and valleys
I am traversing
Seeking the mountain
Of great where the muse abodes
I have traveled a long way
And I am one hundred and twenty
Five kilometre to the great height.

The journey is boring
And my feet too heavy to lift
I'm slowing down
Like a slug
But steadily and slowly
I will touch
The face of the great muse
Sitting and waiting
For a tiring fledgling.

by Tony Adah

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