#WritcoPoemChallenge
The journey has come to an end,
Weaving through meandering paths,
Sometimes alone, often with a friend
Recalling the traveller he used to be
Being nostalgic of the old memories
"In the deep valley,he watched the river flowing,
He didn't know where exactly he was going.
Without knowing the destination, he had to go on,
There was no use of holding on to what had already gone.
With the luggage on his back and his sticks in his hands,
He raised his head to look at the far off fertile lands.
He heard the river chatter through the stone.
He looked up at the sky, from...