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The wishings of a wanderer

I search where the salty breeze is coming

And it always pulls me back on my shoulders

 

With the force of a wave

Now...

Its delight has me yearning

Always

But its curse, just like the sea, is timeless

 

I search where the dusty road is leading

And it always gets my heart in a tremble

With the sound of the drum

Before...

Its sight had me wishing

Everyday

But now, the horizon is far from reach

 

I search for how my soul is feeling

And it keeps me on edge of wonder

With the will to drive

Beyond

The far north, the shining east

In the cold south, feel the autumn breeze

Soon, not now

I yearn to conquer

What my heart wishes to wander

(A poem that I submitted to and was posted on Lavender Poet's Official Facebook Account)

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