I became a wanderer. I roam around, I roam from time to time. Trying to find the half of my heart and whom akin to my soul.
The lone-dweller, I survived the cold of a countless winter, endured the cruel sun, drenched in the tremendous storm, and sacrifice my entire life. Yet I'll get lost, the stars will be the compass, and the wind will lead me towards your heart. Adrift the sun rays, and the footprints in the sand. Despite days, months, and years that past through, even I encounter such as hurdles, or often be wounded throughout this endless journey of mine. I'll find you.
Like an adventurer who seeks treasure, and a traveler who is trying to find the home he belong. Call me don quixote but I will do no matter what 'till we intertwined. I don't if they entitled me a crazy, I'll bet my everything just to be with you. This is me, this is us, this is our voyage.
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In the Blue Sky
Poetry"Once upon a time in the blue sky." A collection of locutions about love, dreams and life. Full of random thoughts soaring above the blue sky. Daylight 2023
