Travels Poem by Ursula Tillmann

Travels

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And even though
I had wandered
a thousand miles
toward my destination,

I realized when reaching
the place, I had longed
for all those years, that
only shadows were there.

Way back, hundreds
of miles, of days, which
I had experienced with
always different sunrises -

I had passed my destination.
Way back. Too late now,
the roads backward
in time are closed...

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Tsira Goge 25 April 2008

'...had experienced with always different sunrises....' - Ursula, I like your ambiguous trip without return a way. Very beautifully write, thanks for sharing, Tsira

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