"Ramblin in the Leaves"

lobb152

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.

SoapMakesUTaller

wow. That was amazing. I am in awe if you wrote that.