"Ramblin in the Leaves"
lobb152
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Trading away precious days for an endless dream, the vagabond runs in place. A nothing dreaming of something unknown; waiting patiently in vain. Light the fire of the passion, held so dear, before the call. Masters of none, the clouds beckon me home. With humility and compassion, they have witnessed grace. Upon their palm lies a peace of you, waiting for the rain. Taking comfort in the solitude allows weary minds some rest.
Hidden; I am, I can still see traces of you.
Hidden; I am, I can still see traces of you.
I am a nothing dreaming of something unknown.
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