The journey has scents
advances and retreats
Dreams sometimes lost
Steps towards love.
The journey is fragile
sometimes manly
seemingly that everything passes us
through the skin that gives us race.
The journey, perhaps, a vehicle of illusion
in a mixture of faith seeking the lost paradise
stripped of death, we follow the north
searching for souls that might comfort us.
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