Year's pass,
I feel every moment.
And I don't know where lies my destiny...
The winds they blow,
Take me to a new home.
In the midst of the crowds I'm all alone,
I'm all alone.
'Cause we --- we have no home,
Except the roads.
Oh, do you see? The silence of the towns?
In the night they're full of life, full of light,
We love the nights.
We love to sleep under the starlight,
We'd wake up with the sunrise
'Cause at the break of dawn we know,
We have to go.
Set out to solve the mystery of the world,
Now I'm just a simple nomadic girl.
I listen to stories of the world,
Yet I yearn for more.
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WOOLGATHERING
Poetry"WOOLGATHERING; A Collection Of Dreamy Thoughts" is a collection of poems that I had written when I experienced emotions so intense that I didn't know what else to do, or those times when I experienced a form of bliss that comes with wandering alone...
