The secret of being lost

is the disregard for being found


the luxury of blending

to be part of unseen corners

drifting away from everyone’s



brushing past idle spirits

and obstacles in the path


the soul of travel

are tents left behind


places where a moment

was meant for a night


ivory clouds with eyes

follow close behind.



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