VagabondA Poem by JennaInspired by gypsies and caravans.
Life as a vagabond, grew up on the wrong side of the tracks.
Grasping at everything desperate to fill the cracks. Yet we still wander without rhyme or reason. We only stop to adjust with the change of the season. The wear of time shows on our feet. But the song of journey in our heart plays a rustic beat.
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