how i longed for the beauty in life.
where dreams are more than dreams
an idealist can reach the impossible.
when starlight lit up all the dark nights.
and in those moment
i lived knowing i am loved.
-how i longed to be loved.
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The Wanderer
PoetrySomewhere in between times, there are souls wander around to find something to believe in. Something to hope for.
