Wander the Wonder
I wonder why, when,
Where my dreams birthed
The right to own Me.
I wander the wonder of
Unclaimed lands of fruitful visions
Set to harvest ripe purpose...
Dreams...My favorite
Me.
No longer to wander the
Wonders of obscure them,
No...this amazing Me.
Wonderful Me.
Copyright © Sona Wilae | Year Posted 2017
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