The Wanderer
Running from and running off.
Mellow nights, sparkling skys,
thrown dice, major trice.
Beauty at the haugh.

Ways and roads ever free.
Air and time forgotten true.
Sun sunk in a feather sea.
I'm wondering, where I'm wandering to.
tonyc am 24. Juli 11  |  Permalink  |  0 Kommentare  |  kommentieren