I am here today, there tomorrow; still a wanderer - the boat without an oar drifting along the whims of the winds. Neither the stars nor the moon mark my presence, nor answer me when I ask them where I’ll be tomorrow. Carrying logs to build a home, but I do not have a shore. The clouds rain on me and extend a hand of amity. But the wind drifts us apart and I lament at the lost friendship. Why to befriend when severance is your destiny? Why to love when you have to part? I play safe, and I espouse loneliness. And I am here today, there tomorrow... still a wanderer!!!
2 comments:
Thats really nice!
Thats well said!
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