Solitary Walks – VI

At last, the sun goes down; the walker leans upon his walking stick, looking across the fields at the edge of the forest. What barriers there are, he thinks, will one day be taken down; what separates us, he believes, is nothing we can’t help each other to get over.

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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