The PathA Poem by msJ
Leaving the night, entering the dawn - the sky cries out loud amidst the presence of the sun.
Hills covered by fogs, mud all over the swamp - crawling hardly along the vast area of shrubs.
An armor on the road, a courage of sword - the path creates a depth clear aurora of lights.
© 2012 msJ
Added on June 16, 2012
Last Updated on June 16, 2012