Red and the sunset,
cloudy and my mind,
the worry it is heartfelt,
yet sorry I am kind.
Green and the grass,
damp and my eyes,
to be happy is a task,
though to be sad is a lie.
Blue and the ocean,
deep and my ache,
to quit this toxic potion,
but my addiction is a fake.
Golden and her hair,
rich and my pain,
to leave this, beware,
for never was there gain.
Lost and us all,
forgotten and my fate,
to leave this hallowed hall,
would there be escape?
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The Wanderers
EspiritualPeople wander but not all Wanderers are people, we are more than that, we are writers, artists, inspirers, leaders, scientists, mathematicians, helpers, we are the Wanderers who know when to admit they do not belong. This is a book of quotes and par...
