Travel Poem by Kong Yin

Travel



Passport, ticket, luggage
Cairo, Paris, Moscow
travel, travel, travel
by jets, ships and trains
humans are in search of something
one place to another.

A group of souls squat on a barren hillside
chewing straw.
One with a wry smile, watching a man leave, mumbles:
“He who is closest to me
has never paid a visit.”

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