WANDERER

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    WANDERER

    Flower, such a

    Bautiful star

    Blooms and brightens

    And sprinkle above


    Like a wanderer search

    For something to touch.

    But near to see

    And far to touch.


    Like a tree on top

    Of the face of the sun;

    Who watch and give

    His hotest love.


    It is his way

    To touch the clouds

    For once

    He was a child


    And now a face of a

    Wild wolf was seen on him

    Ful of courage

    And fulfillments.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

    madz’s Poems (12)

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    SOLITARY HEART OF MINE 0
    YOU 0
    WANDERER 0
    THE DAWN IN EVERY TWILIGHT 0
    TONIGHT 0
    BROKEN SMILE 0
    THANK YOU 0
    THE GREATEST 0
    DAWN 0
    enlightenment 1