Enin, not known.
Never met me.
Without gender up or down.
Walking on the outside of town.
Born outcast smiling always.
A rucksack for a kitchen and a rain hat as a roof.
A passing greeting, further more aloof.
Mystery and fear enters the witness to Enin´s presence.
Enin´s freedom to roam and power to see is it´s essence.
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