A beautiful soul sits under the tree,
Headphones on ears and a book in hand.
She sits there unwavering and still,
And yet travels throughout the world.
That's the type of traveler I wish to be,
Exploring worlds beneath my reach.
Maybe, someday, I'll have time,
To truly explore and not just skim.
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Poems from the soul
PoetryPoems about love, soulmate, longing, solitude, mental health and much more that connects to one's soul. This is a collection of poems across various topics in life. Weekly update every Sunday, IST
