Kong Yin


Travel - Poem by Kong Yin

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.”

Topic(s) of this poem: travel


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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 7, 2015



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