Wanders
a desert the
same
as an orchard
hot wind blowing
searing the face
the hands
wanders alone
in crowded
streets
in forest
solitude
never a resident
never a part
only a lone
others wander
nod when passing
joy in the
sorrow
found
Photograph by Xoan Seoane via Public
Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
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