Gardern Poem: The Traveler

Jun 7, 2011
by: XLiu


I am a traveler,
that wears a furry coat in the spring.
I am pure as a new born baby.
I am clean as newly fallen snow.
you ask me where do i come from,
where i am heading to.
I goes wherever the wind carry me.
I belong no where,
because i belong everywhere.