Poetry

The Traveler

Deny me not access to the woods Do not hinder me from traversing the nations Sun, sea, and sand fills me with joy My name is Ovyay, the Traveling Poet. Dust, rain, contrary winds can’t Read more…

By Ovyay, ago
Travel

Why I travel.

I have been asked, “why do you travel”? Such a simple question but for me tricky to answer. Why I said it’s tricky to answer is because to give the right answer, you must be Read more…

By Ovyay, ago
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