Wanderer Poem by Melanie Emikohe

Wanderer



Chewing a lollipop and it cracks -
there is no other sound but that!
In a street of a thousand rovers,
the only sound I know is Mine.

Everyday the world is a stranger
like the remote clouds way up,
(spread, form, pass, elapse, reform)
The only Infinity I know is Mine.

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