After leaving a busy dock We come to a new railway station We chase time like this all our lives The journey seems to repeat itself But we never reach the so-called destination Let me tell you, I am a Nomad’s son Love and death are nothing but a way of living And everything happens along the path
…“I am a Nomad’s son”
for #SmallPoemSunday a bit on time and living
on this day when we try to reset both
by #Jidimajia, in translation by #WangPing
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