I am wandering here
With my hands, feet,
Ears, pen, papers,
Arrows, pistols,
With my own fragrances
Musk, sandals.
I am wandering here,
Throughout the world.
I know I have my own
Ornaments own garlands,
Own clothes and own
Perfumes and still
I wonder my wandering is
Endless with truth and love.
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