Nameless Wanderer
As if the breeze is alive
to speak their wisdom
with a gentle voice
of million ancestors before me.
Miles added to the footsteps
is a cure for heartbreak
from the days of youth.
No more strings from the past
to bind to a spot literal or metaphorical,
faded prejudice gifted wings to the feet
nameless wanderer on a journey
to live in surplus ...
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