Walking barefoot
Mud forms my foot prints
Cold and permanent
My path grows long
Outstretching over my head
Is the bark that nurtures me
Touching their green leaves
Is the night of eternity
Inside it's fog of darkness
I flee to set myself free
I swear and make an oath
Never to return to this vicinity
Waving palms, final words
Departures promise to this world
Fingerprint and hand creases
That speak the words of a wanderer
As they wave
Renounced and Refused
My presence is misused
I use these words as
Final glances at these doors
The ones confined to numbers
Made of bitterness and distrust
I will never let my hands grasp
Your handles made of broken promises
Waving Palms

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