I dream about my travels, <br />through times long gone <br />and space now allocated <br />to those young bulls with horns. <br />A melancholy road ahead <br />is lined on either side <br />by fragrant leaves and stems, <br />with purple petals, moist of dew. <br />Those are my kindred spirits, <br />they neither wilt nor ever die, <br />a comfort should I need to cry.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-kindred-spirits/
