Friday 24 October 2014

wandering woman



she speaks the language of passion
she listens to the songs of the wind
she walks the deserts, the woods and the hills 
she laughs with the hearing and cries with the blind.

her footprints lie scattered on the sand
her home is the ghettos, the streets and the land
her songs echo in the valleys below
her body sways to a silent beat

she lingers in forests
she dwells all alone
she ventures mist-shrouded mountains
she lives on the edge of forever

 her dreams are in colour 
 her cry a call  from the soul   
 to her, reality is just an illusion









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