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I 
a wanderer,
journey through three planes,
searching for where to call mine.
Lost in a belligerent and transient world,  I
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A flower bloomed amongst the desert floor
It look like it had been bitten
Bitten by a wild wolf that had lost itself.
Its petals were torn 
Its...

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Why does my soul not conform to the social standards that society and family set before me? As if I was written as a chapter...

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I will wander, and where ever I shall lay 
I will make my home
Across the streams and lakes
And Into the mountains I go
With rocks that...

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I wandered over hills and dales the wind against my back
salmon running in the streams but I never learnt the knack
among the fields of buzzing...

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I left home a maniac and crossed the seven seas
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I am fearless
coz I have abandoned the sense of being,
Wandering around aimlessly;
Coz the coldness is what I am addicted to
and a home is what in...

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My essence dangled in
Time's barren boughs
And winds of emotions
Passed hurling silence 
Rising from crypt
My eyes fixed on hourglass
Watching trapped moments
In nodules of despair
And the strange...

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WANDERER



There comes a day when
Those weather clouds damp 
With dusk setting in, 
When the puddled dirt road  
With hesitant drizzle,    
When...

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I was recklessly driven to such a BARREN place so much like myself, and this empty quest was just a fool-hearted venture. Always living on...

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man marries to moor
stung by the wanderlust bug
returns home to roost



~Senryu contest by Mick Talbot...

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I will wander, and where ever I shall lay 
I will make my home
Across the streams and lakes
And Into the mountains I go
With rocks that...

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We gather under stars 
Reminiscing, what’s going on
How our world seems so far
Strange languages in strange songs
So long we’ve been gone

Missing familiar traces
Hoping we can...

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As winter trees exhume their leaves
for spring
and Autumns' sacrifice 
retreats in memory 
Summers of sangria blossoms 
drape their crimson blooms-

exhale against an arc of sighing...

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The roads are my family
we meander together
and just like my dreams
they go on forever.

Once I was wealthy
with a lifestyle so fine,
now I’m much richer
but don’t...

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