Dante shrugged his shoulders once more
Mountain-climbing;
“I still cast a shadow here,
And I never thought I’d miss my little home.”
Oh, the Mystery of this History -
Of finding Comrades, Fallen Fathers
Ever-terrified they might be left alone.
The light shines through each one
And one and one alike they bear their souls
And yet, his pilgrimage is just begun
For Dante is not ready to disclose.
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