A Man sees many horizons at the journey's end

There are lot of names and addresses engraved in his book of heart.
Before he leaves, He reads all and thinks when he gets a chance to have a kind word with them.
Poor Journeyman! Please do not keep any regrets
As you too a passing cloud in the nameless sky.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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