The Vagrant Soul

My home is built by wanders, a construct without doors

Housed within a country, my garden hedge your shores

Pennies chime in pockets, enriched without possessions

A currency in fables, songs traded for life’s lessons

Poems told for shelter, knowledge found in tales

Backpack on, I chink along, words the wind in sails

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