A traveler lost

In the depth of time,

left behind,

sole, disperse,

fading in the new,

the one I know, the few,

like dust in the desert,

passed by in sight,

with no one to salute,

or even say,

where will you go.

It's all fading,

in a world of fog,

forgetting the calls,

down from the soul.

Sad history,

or sad joy,

of a traveler lost,

in its own void.

This poetry is brought as February 10th will become a key day in my own agenda.

This poetry is fulfilled in subject and it continues the series of the last 4 days