A wayfarer, a wanderer;
Hankering for something unattainable,
Irresistible my soul.
My soul flies across the horizon
with the shapes of the clouds
And I try to draw a figure.
It looks down upon the jagged rocks
And flows with the river.
My soul, an itinerant musician;
Singing songs of sufferings;
Telling stories of downtrodden.
Foreshadowing tomorrow’s uncertainty.
My soul,dumb speaker and deaf listener.
My soul, wave in the ocean.
A traveller in the luminary world.
A conqueror of the universe.
A roisterer in the busy world.
My jaded soul,a dreamer.
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