let the wanderer wander
and the dweller dwell
but as for me--where is my place?
where ought i to rest?
should i move? stop?
my heart cannot attest.
and so i will continue my roam
until such a time as
my feet find the ground.
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Poetryin which she takes you on a journey through the many different trails of her mind. poetry / reflections / art ✏︎ poetry #492 copyright © 2017 by clato_maroondiamonds. all rights reserved. lowercase intended.
