Lands I Love To Roam
Lands I Love To Roam
My place is placeless,
I trace the traceless.
Little winding roads
And little rolling rows of
Green wooded hills
Are the lands I love to roam.
I am wondering and wandering
In this maze
For all my days.
Like a squirrel
Who walks a rotor,
I really would like
To go home.
– Sadhak Hearst.
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