Traveler's Shoe Poem by Melikhaya Zagagana

Traveler's Shoe



The man kind is adventurers
Dare to worn me broke
I don't eat nor drink and rest
Thousand miles a day in the sun
Half a thousand in the rain
Though the wind blows, the dust interfers
Ruble heck my spine and the mud fills me with sadness
I shall never want again, a traveler's fee
My life is a lose and a traveler's gain

Friday, November 7, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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