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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
I was the wanderer The man who left his wallet Behind at the register drawer And I wandered through the depths of the dessert As the sky shaped the hole that I left when I said this was it to my family. I never left an id A shoelace untied Because I want to take my own path With the lizards and coyotes And thatÕs something I can fall back on. Something that a wanderer can see Underneath his hands And underneath the rhythm of Those that see their ties flapping To the winds of stoplights. The chase anew It's a wanderers passport, now. [This message has been edited by Tomer (08-03-2009 09:02 AM).] |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
Reading this made me wonder if you came from a desert, and here I see you're in Michigan.  Enjoyed this piece very much. |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
enjoyed a lot the poem and its philosophy. yann |
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