you don't know what's going on in my wanderlust heart.
it just can't stay still.
it wants to visit unexplored lands and help the earth bloom.
and when it wanders,
''go back home! '' it's the only thing it screams.
if i can't even understand my own heart, i don't think you could either.
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Ephemeral Stars
Poetrythis is a journey through the stars; a short series of ephemeral thoughts. © february 2019
