Kindred


Come sit with me awhile,
For we've yet far to go.
The path, it winds for miles,
To where, we do not know.
Perhaps some foreign country,
Or some uncharted land
I will fear no ill befall me,
If we journey, hand in hand.
Day is softly fading with the turning of the light.
Stars will soon be studding the ebony of night.
Today, it was a treasure, ushered out in style.
Tomorrow's yet a mystery, Come sit with me awhile.

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