Beyond the smoky roads,
birds chirping upon the air,
incoming-outgoing of does,
uprising of the suns glare.
Gardens and cornfields,
with a touch of green grass,
many roads that yield,
cars upcoming so fast.
I walk upon the hot dirt road,
in a bright sun dress,
heading to wherever the wind blows,
just searching for the best.
Never alone,
Happy within,
Going home,
With the will of the wind.
- Author: HeatherRose ( Offline)
- Published: February 16th, 2018 20:56
- Comment from author about the poem: I've traveled to many different places in what little of years I've lived !If you go with the wind, how could you possibly ever get lost ! This poem is dedicated to all gypsies flying it high !
- Category: Spiritual
- Views: 24
Comments1
Very good write, travelling with nature is so wonderful.
Thank you much ! Yes you're 100% right !
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