My babies - last of the Mohiccans

Monday, July 17, 2017


My mind has traversed,
through hills and dales,
walking, running, and fleeting;
From back streets to highways.
From islands to continents.
From grasslands to deserts.
And what you see in me now
is the wearied traveller,
saturated with sweat,
yet, filled with fantasies.
Moving on.
Into the wind.
Destination unknown.
Lost and found.
Still searching!

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