Sunday, November 5, 2017

La Questa

Have the mountains moved on?
The stream seems to be green.
The sky doesn’t want to play.
Or have I moved along?

What have I gained from travel and travail? 
Not much I regret to say. 
I have only learned that I 

Can never go home to stay

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