• being_ascetic 10w

    My Wandering Life

    My wandering eyes,
    want to witness the beauty of being once again.

    The nature and the birds are singing blissfully, my wandering ears want to heed it again.

    The love I ever experient in this life, my wandering heart wants to feel everything again.

    They tried ceasing me, containing me, but my wandering feet always want to run again.

    With life full of dubiety and load, my wandering life wants to free flying again.