The Wanderer Life
Wanderer Life
Live like a wanderer is a gift from Life
A noble award and merit from wildlife
Our fortune is our sad fate, one kind
We want life, not the destruction of war
We want air, not pollution and grime
We want nature, not dead ground dust
… and we needed love
Almost all the wanderers live without love
This is a reason for our wandering life
There are more reasons to stay so far
– we can not get love…
Yes. We didn’t get love. Poor life no love
Wanderers recognized their fates, bye love
Accepted nemesis gives way to the nature
– we found here the love
Wanderers looking for all-the-time love of heart
Where? In the civilization? Oh no, there isn’t love
We were disappointed, we were afraid, pain is a drone
– escape from the modern time
… and walk and walk, looking for the love
We found love in Nature, an eternal home
Our hearts meet here always and continuously
– we drop our personalities, we are equal
… always arriving here, into the Nature
this is our home
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