Wanderers of the world
Walked by my way
Weird, tired tread
Wished a chill-out stay……
Leaning on my shoulders
Listed their stories
Listening to their folders
Lyrics of ‘practical theories’……
Soothing them in the shadow
Spoke to them in silence
Surrendered on my bow
Slept child-like in no violence……..
S/he sets journey out
With the rising sun
One keeps it on to
Emerge in the setting sun……
Walk on baby…..
I am everywhere to listen to……..
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