A Journey Home

~ Rijul Ballal

Memories of ancient tome,

rush past the window,

the road home journeyed alone

dies tomorrow.

An exile forlorn,

may still fly from sorrow,

in all reverie hope is born

hidden away by shadow.

Published by Rijul Ballal

There’s poetry in every cloud and a story behind every leaf that flutters down. We’re all nomads under the eternal blue sky. Check out my work on rijul ballal.wordpress.com, like, comment and subscribe :)

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