#PoemNo11

#PoemNo11
 
Her feral heart
untamed, restless
fickle….
seeks adventures
beyond this earthly
premise.
 
Like the wind,
free, moving from place
to place leaving bits of
memories in the hearts
of those that she crossed
paths with…
 
Her world different
with no permanent
home, she wandered
the streets, in search
of meaning,
She wandered the
deserts in search of
rain.
 
j.r.m© 2016turban1

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