Original poetry: "Pilgrim", by bonzopoe
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Pilgrim
carrying the world in a backpack,
and without having a fixed course
she stops the wind with a finger
and sometimes also the time.
over slow tideless waters,
on pairs of eternal lines,
or tracing the path with her feet
and sometimes also with the skin.
catching time with her eyelashes,
recording in memory
the rumble or the whisper of moments
that she can't stop.
while she walks the external.
She looks for her reflection
in a thousand foreign eyes
trying to find out who she is
or who she is not anymore.
to be spring,
and to avoid the fall
she bets on a summer
that it's not coming back.
although she screams inside,
searching everywhere the sign
with her name written on it.
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