Constant Wanderer

poem about wandering

Poem

I am a constant wanderer
Whose home is scattered
And whose feet never rest
Among the numerous roads
I have an urge to get lost

I am a constant wanderer
Whose limits are invisible
And whose dreams are real
Among the colorless masses
I have an urge to dare.

I am a constant wanderer
Whose heart reigns free
And whose eye are searching
Among the everlasting lights
I have an urge to dance.

 

more by NOOR NIJJAR

photograph by Caleb George

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  • Murray

    I really like this poem