poetry

The Wanderer

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We are all

stuck on our

own limitations

 

Grasping for

out of reach

mountain peaks, longing.

 

Turn and see!

Cities look

like specks of small dust.

 

Waiting for

your return

from conquering worlds.

 

With the clouds

far below,

will you finally know peace?

 

And come home

to those, who

already loved you?

 

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