WANDERERS
They leave, they leave
In flocks,
They return, they return
In flocks.
No one knows how many,
Not even they themselves know.
Under eaves, they build nests,
On oak branches, they rest.
Without names, they live their lives,
Without passports,
Not even knowing their own names.
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Author:
Sami Mulaj (
Offline) - Published: January 17th, 2026 21:03
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Comments1
And so it should be with us all no need for passport control the world belongs to all. A lovely write in rhyme
….and a beautiful message that I like! Thank you!
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