Wandering
over hills and dale
Moving
with clouds, forth and back
Dove, in
search of a new lair
While time
is betraying the old pair
Darkness is crying around
and language is falling on ground
Moving in
a group or alone
Departing from
friends and being alone
Effort is
hard and odds are thrown
Hope is debarred
and adversities are grown
Migrant I
m, and travelling constant
To unknown
path and unknown people
Dealing with a different way to different truth
Reaching
to the ages from a delicate youth
Knowledge
and experience leading the path
Crediting the journey with love and wrath
Memoirs, I
saved is my treasure
Reminds me a journey of pain and pleasure
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