I wish I was a wanderer
A spirit of the trees,
Like the raindrops on the rooftops
Or the flowers in the breeze.
Instead I must stay where I am,
A spirit chained and tied.
But I won't let myself forget
The wanderer inside.
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Poetry"Tomorrow's not promised. It may not arrive. So why do we waste The days we are alive?" A collection of poems and songs. #81 in Poetry | April 28, 2015 © 2015
