The wandering traveler

Image by Cristina

Image by Cristina

You say you’ve been walking forever

The dusty roads of your soul searching,

Where would you long to go

If you knew you had the world inside?

When your restlessness turns into peace

And magic comes at your doorsteps,

Your wonderings will become epic tales

And you’ll no longer be a traveler,

But a gardener, with the world as a backyard.

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