Shrine of mine

I’d carry on walking,
Till it’s not the end of mine,
Still am going strong,
But moving are, feet of mine.
So hard… keeping eyes on line.
In my life before my death,
Want to have a little confess.
Want to see merci of divine.
Long ‘n long I’ll go, before,.
Before I reach, shrine of mine.
(c.k as oliver)

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