Coming to Andrea

The dawn was about to break,
Simoni woke up and looked to the far horizon,
The horizon which was silver lined
With the silhouettes of men and women,
From the mystical land of Andrea.

The twinkle of the stars were fading out,
Into the glow of the Sun.
The fresh light cascading from east,
Gradually was camouflaging the twinkling story of the night forgone.

It was a new morning,
And Simoni was about to reach the
Legendary land of Andrea.
The journey was long and arduous,
A journey of 101 nights,
Nights of storm, solitude, battles, and pains.
All alone, walking the solitary journey of abandonment.
Along the sand dunes and the meandering westerly wind.

The journey has ended or just begun,
Simoni did not know.
Just was that he aware,
At last with his weak and old eyes,
He could see the huge gate to the land of Andrea.

He was in search of someone,
Knew the sky, the stars and the Sun.
Was well aware the gushing ocean,
The meandering stream,
The restless fall.

Unheeded to all the inquisition,
Of the nature and its ways,
Simoni kept walking,
Unfazed and undaunted.

Had he to visit
The 7 castles,
And ask the 7 dames and 7 knights,
Looking for his love, his true love
The lady with the most beautiful eyes.

(To be continued)

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