The Face of a Wanderer
I, have always been afraid to
afraid to look at the faces of the homeless
afraid of that face
it would remain in my memory
I, have always been afraid to
afraid to look at the faces of the homeless
afraid of that,
I would fall in love with the vicissitudes on that face
I, have always been afraid to
afraid to look at the eyes on that face
afraid of my,
soul being taken away by those eyes
Many years later, I
might also be like this
completely unrestrainedly,
to go, wander the world
but definitely not now
Now, I, am in the process of fulfilling
the promise I once made
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————2020,4
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