A determined and heroic soul

Unseen dawns
dazzle my eyes.
I’ve been walking
too many miles
on bad roads.
I was bled out
and flight broken.
All the toil blown away
in a scholar’s quest.
The temple indeed
had no luck, but
the roots remain.
Now, I await the sirens call.
We will meet again,
under those willows.
And tell each other
our stories.
Ready to ride again.

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