Finding ContentmentA Poem by A Wanderer of DreamsGather now these weakened remains Of the self once lost to obscure stains Poured in pain painting that state Of a demise eloquently irate
Gaze beyond the looking glass Into the raven’s eyes, his past Stares unfaltering at your soul Fear not childe of what is the whole
Steady yourself alas to find Food for the wanderings of the mind Have always been and will ever be The rampant winds amongst the trees © 2012 A Wanderer of DreamsReviews
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5 Reviews Added on April 2, 2012 Last Updated on April 2, 2012 AuthorA Wanderer of Dreamsmidlothian, VAAbout"The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privi.. more..Writing
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