The wanderer

I roam
in the forests
of my imagination

on a quest
to find
what can’t be found

I wander
through the woods
of my troubled soul

on a quest
to experience
what can’t be experienced

never sitting down
always moving on

I am a wanderer

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Poetic soul, lover of words, sinner... I know I'm in my own little world, but it's ok, they know me here.
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