Journey

like a gypsy on a forever sailing ship
like a nomad wandering here and there
I sail around the clock, overseas
never knowing where to throw the anchor
for deep inside a cry keeps its encore
more and more ties to weep me far
giving and caring further until end
endlessly floating, submerged
like a submarine with no wheels to govern
caught in the whirl of the whimsical wind
I see myself softly prisoner in the net
but fish I swim and bird I fly
beauty in all I feel a must
subtle instant where I live intense
gentle motion in returning dawn
time flies and I don’t escape space
but within I tend for a face
mirror or so eternal a love
that I wear like a glove

 

Todays best new poem was written by Mai Phung.

 

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