Vagabond

To write is to have a home nowhere
and everywhere.

It is to be a vagabond,
lost in a world of beauty.

It is to become noone;
only a silent Eye and Hand,
watching things pass by
and trying to understand.

Noticing all the little things
that get trampled underfoot
like a layer of soft snow.

 

 

 

 

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