Friday, April 22, 2016

Exile


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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