Life is too longwithout shared love
without a place to belong
that place, called home
A life that of a vagabondIf never in surface, then inside
deep down inside, alone
searches there in himself, a life
Tries more, as he failsthings beyond and ordinary,
finding such treasures in small cracks great
giddy gladness and joy of understanding
Under the open dark sky, he dreamswith musings, too wistful
to lighten heart, yet it unexpectedly finds
such peace, away in silence, of mind i.e.
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