Tramping Poem by Kong Yin

Tramping



The door is open
so are the curtains.
So are their eyes.

Yet, in a hidden place in their brain
a screen shields them from the world.

A beam of light, long tramping outside
unable to enter.

Monday, December 7, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: light
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