She was a free spirit,
she spent her days dreaming of far away places and people she'd never met,
she felt nostalgic for the moments that hadnt happened yet,
And the words that hadnt been written,
She waited eagerly for days spent amongst mountains and roads, days riding on airplanes and sleeping in hotel beds.
She waited for the days worth remembering,
She waited for the moment she would feel alive.
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Golden days
Poetry"She was free in her wildness, she was a wanderess, a drop of free water, she belonged to no man and to no city." -------------------------------------------- Let me show you the beauty in the world, Let me show you the stars in your veins, Let me...
