My Home Is The World

I feel As if
I ride
A fast, white cloud.
My home
Is the world.
I sleep
In Delhi.
I awake
In Rome.
My home
Is the world.
Although,
I have not
A tiny,
single home.
I feel As if
I ride
A fast, white cloud.
My home
Is the world.
I fly
To the East.
I fly
To the West.
I visit
The pyramids,
Le Louvre,
Taj Mahal.
My home
Is the world.
Although,
I have not
A tiny, single home.
I feel As if
I ride
A fast, white cloud.
My home
Is the world.
I wander
In the Saharas.
I cross
The seven seas,
Like Rimbaud,
Roykan,
Lorca.
My home
Is the world.
Although,
I have not
A tiny, single home.
I feel As if
I ride
A fast, white cloud.
My home
Is the world.
I love
All the people:
Blacks,
Yellows,
Whites.
The lands
All are mine.
My home
Is the world.
Although,
I have not
A tiny, single home.

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