Poetry

The Wanderers Curse

I long for a place I do not know 

A place I have never been. 

It calls to me like the pipers pipe

A tune that only I can hear.

My heart is heavy with yearning

A hollowness within does sit.

I feel the magic; the wonder that awaits.

A mysterious adventure ready to unfold. 

If only I could find the way.

~ Late night thoughts of a Night Owl

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