Our Common Bond

here we are
singing songs in the wilderness

behind us
the sands of the desert are waiting

up there
another high mountain to climb

above us
are clouds of drifters

everything is uncertain
that seems to be the only sure thing we know

hold my hand, my friend
we shall be singing songs in this journey together....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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