She was a wanderer— a vagabond
with no permanent home.
An endlessly curious creature.
Lonely is the soul with a heart most wild.
Time is the only thing on her side.
So alone she travels in the world—
not afraid and willing to embrace
whatever comes next.
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Within the Restless Mind: a book of poetry
Poetrya collection of poetry.. written by me.
Wanderer
She was a wanderer— a vagabond
with no permanent home.
An endlessly curious creature.
Lonely is the soul with a heart most wild.
Time is the only thing on her side.
So alone she travels in the world—
not afraid and willing to embrace
whatever comes next.