I march to you
on feet, bent…..
at humbled knees
and sorrowed
by these cobbled sins.
On a scalloped path
which bears the truth
of many worn souls
that define –
these callused roads.
Once ridden by Napoleon
to find…. what remains
as I to search
to find ones path
on this journey
alone – on The Way
of St. James.
on feet, bent…..
at humbled knees
and sorrowed
by these cobbled sins.
On a scalloped path
which bears the truth
of many worn souls
that define –
these callused roads.
Once ridden by Napoleon
to find…. what remains
as I to search
to find ones path
on this journey
alone – on The Way
of St. James.
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