Treading on a windmill road with a lake lined by toads
I watched the sprightly sparrow's delight
of her rather first flight
Don't know if it was the white of the skies
Or the blue of the bloom that mesmerised.
The glisten of the greens dimmed the ball of my eye
I never minded being as mad as a march hare
As the heart whistled away brimming with breaks of sighs,
Oh boy! The gregarious graffiti on the tar shined ways
Stop there! Tango those feet to balletic sways
Like teased by a dream, becoming a tipsy nomad in hurried high
No routes of right in this numinous maze of might
But just a blissful bury in this open heaven in sight
Hey you girl and you fellow!
This is my voyage, rugged and mellow
Will you bond with this one?
Just like the spirit of the valiant Vagabond.
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