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Our minds wander on a path to a place called HOME.The travelers that we are.......... Dusty old feet
lonely miles embrace us
we might stray with the blowing wind,
maps might be to us what they are to children, mindless!
Feet in the sands
hearts to the skies.
on we go, November people
Adieu........
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This poem is really exquisite for myself, personaly... it says so much in each phrase and even in its silences.
November people is just extraordinary almost in the end.
Perhaps you'll enjoy these 2 early poems
Travelers - ViajantesLoaded with only dust
they arrive
the travelers of ashes
of the ravines
from other lands
of the islands
from other seas
of laughter and silence
Original * Viajantes *
Carregados apenas de pó
chegam
os viajantes das cinzas
das ravinas
de outras terras
das ilhas
de outros mares
do riso e do silêncio
*K
MARCH
*Y
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Bags - Malasthe nomad in me
returns
while
the sedentary
leaves forever
Original: * Malas *
O nómada em mim
regressa
enquanto
O sedentário
parte para sempre
*K
MARCH
*Y
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