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In Exile
I am a stranger in this world
A traveler passing through
An exile from the highest plane
An outcast to eschew.
My soul would gamble all she had
On this upward winding lane
For a glimpse of her beloved -
An end to separation pain.
A traveler passing through
An exile from the highest plane
An outcast to eschew.
My soul would gamble all she had
On this upward winding lane
For a glimpse of her beloved -
An end to separation pain.
Published 1st Nov 2012
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1st Nov 2012 3:29pm
I love this piece Mister B, many time I have felt the way the first stanza describes.
Red
Red
2nd Nov 2012 2:00pm
Dear Gypsy Red ... Thanks for visiting and commenting ... Yes we are all in exile here ...However ... few understand this. Love and Peace ... Bruce
1st Nov 2012 9:43pm
Lovely poem...reminds me of the national hero of the country I was from, who wrote a similar poem when he was exiled.
2nd Nov 2012 2:09pm
Dear EngrVV ... Thanks for visiting ... Always enjoy your comments ... Love and Peace ... Bruce
3rd Nov 2012 5:07pm
5th Nov 2012 5:55pm
amazing this feeling is within us all..... but only true hearts and souls can see this pure pain
