Vagabond
“In chaotic times the madness of the drifter mind
follows the footprints of the vagabond dreams”-
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The blue hills cascaded down the verdant slopes
in the rhythmic ripples of the tinted topography,
cradled the charisma of the humming hamlet
that once harbored my home and my dreams.
With the sliding shadow of the cotton cloud,
scaling the halcyon heights of the cerulean sky,
my gallivanting dreams soared up high afloat
with the colorful kites I loved to fly in the blue.
The sparkling stream flinging up the fluid pearls,
flowed with flamboyance with my roving reverie,
girdled my teenage landscape in embracing loops,
set in vagrant meanders of gliding garland of fancy.
The paper boats I made with the motif of my dreams,
drifted away in the current of the stream’s silver trail
to the distant dreamland destination unknown,
and on these I perceived my drifter fantasy sail.
The surging storm swept across my turbulent time,
the capsized boats sank, the snapped kites flew away.
I turned into wandering driftwood dislodged from root,
searching the itinerant mind for the vagabond dreams.
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