Where’s Their Home?
Through the rippling blue of the morning sky
The whitish orange yawns its way forward,
Scattering the silent companions of the night
As the shivering stars kiss each other goodbyes.
Where’s their home? Where do they go?
Through the ragged stony paths flanked by pine needles
The withered soles and swollen feet move forward,
Scattering pebbles, companions of the milestones
As the wilderness whispers melancholic goodbyes.
Where’s my home? Where do I go?