The Valley of the Damned (Nothing More)- Hazwan Keong
Wading across a valley I am, with nought but past baggage,
With nought but my skin, and walking tools that would take me
into vast unchartered terrain and land.
Where only dry waters and dead green reign,
Aloof and banished, nature and wild
-------------------------Only this my dear, and nothing more.
Far across the distance I see, the very thing the vision takes,
a form of truth, a glimmer afar
with a tree of life, that lives with leaves.
But alas too faint it seems, fading blur
Unclear and undefined, unreached untouched
-------------------------That it is my dear, and nothing more.
to be continued...
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