I am a traveller, <br />And I travel with a mile, <br />I work to rediscover the congested thoughts of missing brains, <br />I work to rebuild the convex curves of los human hearts in span of lanes, <br />In an adventure taken to crawl outside the shadow of no pleasant hopes, <br />I deprive blowing winds an opportunity to bless backward the ambitious figure of my gliding globe, <br />to sinister rains, <br />i ofcause isolate fear not to undertake its strenght and feel me with pain, <br />I am traveller, <br />And i travel to river nile, <br /> <br />the vague of falling apart at an option of exhaustion, <br />is avoided with an application to my expedition so to enjoy the silent revelation, <br />but loud as it is it allows me to live beyond my expectations of any possibilities, <br />and thus grants me the taste to breath allong my divine capabilities, <br />I travel! <br />Yes! I travel, <br />in dust of a wide gravel <br /> <br />as I dismantle the the myths of all unclimbed mountains, <br />I also continue to disintangle the stereo type of un-observed fountains, <br />the poetic time is last, <br />and never should it be the past,<br /><br />Anele TheAfrikanSon kaMthethungqongqo Potelwa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-traveller-13/
