I want to be a vagabond.
I want to roam.
I want to linger on the boundaries.
I want to hang on to the edges.
I want to creep on the margins.
I want to slither where eyes meet.
I want to murmur between ears.
I want to loiter between unspoken words.
I want to trespass on unfelt feelings.
I want to rumble on tomorrow's grumble.
I want to live tomorrows today.
I want to live yesterday's day before.
I want to be a vagabond.
I want to roam on the lashes of your eyes.
I want to be a vagabond.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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