“ Astray ” ~ in pro tem way ~

 

Without I stray

From held entomb,

Said salutary stay,

I can but seek

Echoes of roam,

Thus to attempt

A nomad bent,

Steers me astray

In pro tem way,

Till time runs out

Of freed to roam! 

 

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“ All Roads ” ~ lead to roam ~

 

A world I roamed

I hadn’t known,

Shaped memories

Of places dear,

Like ancient Rome

And mysteries

Of Tangier,

That reached beyond

A musing’s home,

Dreamed petit môme…

 

Now should I aim

Trip far from near

Caducity I fear,

Errs view erase

As if time passed

Best blur its face,

Save then again

I should be lured

By nomad tastes,

To roads unknown

That lead to roam!