VAGABOND

 

Do I thank not,
My roadside passion,
Of beastly kind,
On a wild goose chase of
Some one in rage & weak
With brimming lust.
Just
A wrong key press
Or
The only one right.
For
You invaded
With torrential calm
And
Engulfed me with peace
Or love.
(Do you know)
You may say,
Is that so?
A vagabond prayer
Never made
But answered
As always.

Love, love, love, love, love tumse love hua.

- Glow Worm -