Drifting

Drifting, as a feather on the wind

at the mercy of elements

captured by freedoms grasp

~ to roam far

Lost souls smile through eyes of delight

whose direction is claimed

by flights of fancy

~ living on a whim

Loneliness strikes with a blade deep

to awaken the core

back to life’s reality

~ eyes open to truth

Poetryman

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