Her Beautiful Face

This is my journey
My endeless steppes
The way I walk the
Way I am blessed
My right foot fore
My left behind, I step
Awkwardly towards
The light. I speak to
Her, this woman lone
And comfort her her
Coldness, her fragile
Bone and broken-hearted
Ways, her greying hair
And her beautiful face.
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