Wanderer
I seek inspiration,
And found empty clouds.
I'm searching for an adventure
in an open field.
Where can your imagination fly?
When all is lit so brightly?
The sun stung my eyes,
and I finally begin to cry.
Copyright © Qui Bee | Year Posted 2011
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