rumblings of a wanderer

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Village Elder
In the wilderness of my heart a lonely voice cries out
In the darkness of my mind a scared child searches for light
In the mists of my cloudy vision a solitary figure roams
In the deepest pit of my despair a small light glows
In the solitude of my pain a smile lies dormant
In the desert of my conscience faith lies buried
In the emptiness of my words honesty grasps for sight
At the bottom of my lies, truth struggles for breath
A roaring fire begets but cold ash
Passions strong when quenched births indifference
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