Ambulant

A morning like this with both sun and moon
Memories of my home where I won’t be soon
Begin to flood my eyes and flow down my face
Under the nordic summer sky that never gets dark
Light uninterrupted reminds me of  home but forgets to let me sleep
An ambulant soul guides these
Nomadic feet
To wherever the wind blows the memories off my cheeks.

                      – Mpinga –

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