Soul In Motion
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Written: October 23, 2023
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In an expanse full of vibrant marvels, I roam.
A restless poet soul, aiming for a spot to call home.
Amid storms and destiny's unremitting draw.
I sustain to propel upward, my spirit strong flaw.
Stand shoulder close by with the towering trees.
I still sway, in sequence states of sublime sleaze.
Having both a zesty sanity and a nexus soul.
I am a lover of tales and contemporary tole.
At a wooden desk, wrapped with trepidation.
I reveal the enigmas unveiled in my orientation.
Salvaged from time, akin to riches of the past.
I dabble with words, trying to craft a story to last.
In frostbitten palms, emotions nestling deep,
I decry solace in the icy promises they keep.
Quenched by the whispers of wind and icy breath,
I let my thoughts wander, defying death.
Inside my mind, a world unfolds,
Where stories are told and destinies are bold.
With each word written, a new chapter unfurls
As the wanderer's tale takes flight and twirls.
Through wooden limbs and ancient lore,
I paint a canvas of emotions galore.
From the storms of passion to the calm of peace,
Every word I write, every line I release,
Carries the essence of my wandering soul,
A tapestry of longing, of life's intricate toll.
For in the words I weave, my spirit finds release,
And the wanderer's tale finds its eternal peace.
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2023
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