A mind that wonders keeps a static flowing through my body,
It keeps clocks turning as the minutes drop away into an unknown.
Lost I am sometimes, but really,
I manage to find my way to betterment all the time.
There is a wanderlust that lingers beneath my skin,
hovering between the gaps in my collarbones.
Butterflies rest on my fingertips
like leaves on maple trees.
I'm in love with winding rock faces that lead to a secrecy
that has bound my heart in a dozen compasses,
I'm falling for a thousand rivers that weave through
thick forestry in endless passages.
There's a wild spirit whirling within me,
a spirit that cannot be contained, nor controlled.
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Starry night skies (completed)
PoetryUnder the canopy of a thousand stars, she found that her hands sang the words of her tender heart, the notes captured perfectly in pages that were stained a deep brown. cocooned in the embrace of a hundred constellations, ...
