Vagrant
Like the fog
She melts
Into the wilderness
Never to come
Back.
Like the snow
She drifts,
Crossing horizons
Settles at
Home.
Like the storm
She floods,
All that is inside,
Comes pouring
Out.
Like the grass
She stays,
Stops,
Looks and
Wanders off.
Copyright © Manya Saxena | Year Posted 2018
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