I am always wandering the world like Shelley said:
I pass where the spirit of the spot leads me.
No map, no book, just a little boldness,
the sun, the moon and the mist kiss me.
I have a smattering of the air and
I start off the road,
Shelley holds my hand,
he leads me to Rome.
YOU ARE READING
delusional.
Poetry❝Dreams are our unconscious thoughts that our awake mind can't handle.❞
