Blogging Poetry

Traveler

Our world is an Dusty trail.

Nomad.
Bedouin.
Bohemian.
Traveler.
These names
I whisper to you
in passing,
my brother.

Fair sister,
we’ll climb
the mountains
in winter
to watch the
flowers bloom
in spring, drink
the melt-water.


© CGT, 2018.

This one floated over from Instagram.

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