February 6, 2011

Nomadic words

They gaze at the rovings of mind
their home lost, leaving the connotations behind
the leaf void, they tumble upon meaninglessly
hunting a stand they wander around homelessly
Their eyes breathing with no senses and feelings
losing the stroke, no twinge in the bleedings
they come and go leaving their traces veiled
upon the lips they sit remaining sealed
No musings, no actions to exhibit the truth
flickers in bewilderment no heart to soothe.
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