We are tourists in this strange land –
Down old worn cobble streets,
We are guided by a strange hand,
Not led on by our feet.
We are tourists in this strange land,
With our heads lost, stuck in maps,
We are guided by a strange hand,
Through our lows and our mishaps.
We are tourist in this strange land,
So lost, so out of place,
We are guided by a strange hand,
That brought us face to face.
We are tourists in this strange land,
In a city wild, unknown,
But we’re guided by a strange hand,
You and I are not alone.
Kevin Brown © 18.09.2016
September 19, 2016 at 3:22 PM
Good one
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September 19, 2016 at 11:17 PM
Thank you Kindly
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September 19, 2016 at 4:53 PM
Kevin you have got a beautiful gift of writing such a lovely poetry.
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September 19, 2016 at 11:17 PM
Thank you my friend
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September 20, 2016 at 3:25 AM
Ur welcm kevi
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