As I wander,
listlessly,
the dawn winds,
blow petals,
through my hair.
They call to me,
oh so softly,
gently teasing out
all sorrows, the
thoughts of this
wretched world.
I envelope,
my lonely soul
into their cocoon,
of slowly cascading
lines.
I care not for
money,
I do not pine
for wealth.
The chains I break
will never capture me.
I have broken those bonds
of clay and iron.
Instead, enslaving
myself to thistles and weeds,
those of paper dreams.
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Dawns mutterings
PoesíaCompilation of poems, inspired by natures bounty. We are of the earth, so it is only fitting that it in turn inspires us. Although much of my poetry is in some way inspired by nature this small compilation highlights just how much it impacts all I d...
