Restless Soul
Wandering feet never do know respite,
for wander they must, far as they might.
An unintended consequence,
husband, child, white picket fence.
There are places to be,
wondrous sights to see.
My restless soul,
never whole.
Scars made,
fade.
Copyright © Leileah Kasperyan | Year Posted 2016
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