The Wanderer Sequel 2

LOST WANDERERS

Limbs fail, and sight dims
The sun rolls into cloudy quilts.
And darkness prevail these strange lands,
Like it did my vaguest thoughts.
A voice in the winds,
It says to me.
I know you are tired,
But come, this is the way.
But it's just a voice,
He points not, so I know not.


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