12 May 2012
The weary man has walked for miles upon his blistered feet, the sagging sack upon his back has made him tired and weak. His ageing face, his aching eyes his bones are about to crumble His clothes are ripped, he whiffs abit, but he's not one to grumble. He looks into the deep blue sky & reviews his journey past, then smiles a tired toothless smile, he's nearing home at last.
Wonderer • Opuss № I