We are – 
Tourists,

Wandering arid ground, 

Where rubble,  trodden, 

Turns to silt and sand,

Under the weight – 

of heavy soles. 

We are – 

Pilgrims, 

Searching sacred land, 

Where love is lost, 

Yet, hope and happiness, 

Carry us through – 

As we drop the weight, 

Of heavy souls. 

Kevin Brown © 14.10.2016

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