The Traveler
I started my last blog with this little poem I wrote when I was traveling in Flores, Indonesia, but I still like it however much I have moved on since the last blog.
The bus rattles in,
That flimsy bag of skin 'n bone
Around these parts he moves unknown.
Alone and weary.
You should be warned whilst at the bar
Telling stories of lands afar.
But in this skinny bag of bones,
There lies a soul of countless homes.
Original post 24th February 2005
(photo credit: Vita: Singapore mrt)
posted by itakitez @ 7:46 PM
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