Strange
Ponder yonder
into the night
wee hours of morn
To see and wander
the landscape of thought
wildness of mind
Emotions embodied
spirit somewhere inside
soul integration
Where does the road go
one may wonder
thinking this life
Strange
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Ponder yonder
into the night
wee hours of morn
To see and wander
the landscape of thought
wildness of mind
Emotions embodied
spirit somewhere inside
soul integration
Where does the road go
one may wonder
thinking this life
Strange
1 Comments:
Is it strange or just that it is so real to those who's minds wander aimless hours, letting thoughts creep in till dawn and then mis strew what might have been, losing the insight one might have gained. Hey you got me thinking as I am a dreamer and I often ponder through endless nights.
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