The Nomad
Nothing can impede his freedom,
he was born to roam and wander all his life,
and lucky he, to have that precious gift
of being constantly in touch with the supreme divinity
of freedom all his life,
like being touched and ordained by eternity.
And he is wiser than most civilized prisoners
of cities spending all their lives in cubicles,
since he never bargains with his freedom,
his ideal of staying constantly in touch with nature,
ever on the move and circulating with the universe
to stop at nothing; since the only perfect freedom
never knows of any bounds or any limiting dimensions.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2009-09-08 at 10:47
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