I, am the ageless wanderer searching
Feet bare and worries thin.
Over hills and mountains and valleys,
Tying together my skin.
Each newly made memory,
Like dewdrops in the grass
Fragile, and beautiful,
Made whole at last.
I, am the ageless wanderer searching
Tall takes and stories told.
Wherever I go I create my hart.
Each needle that pierces my skin
Acts like quiet tape and glue.
A fragment of imagination,
Just one from you.
I, am the ageless wanderer searching
Fragments turned to whole.
My fingers are the pictures,
My eyes, the stories told.
I am the rise and fall and quiet hopes,
Rebellion and loyal dreams,
Where there is imagination,
There is also me.
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Heartstrings, Dreamsongs: A Book of Poetry
PoésieA book of poetry written by poet and aspiring author, Rachel Jesmer (or, as she calls herself online, Kunabee Tiger). "Heartstrings, Dreamsongs" is her first collection of poetry, part of the reason it's so brief. She hopes to have more poetry col...
