A Lone Traveler
So many evenings
seem filled with the
boundless yearnings and
strange occurrences.
A lone traveler
in the pine-serrated sky,
a moon that doesn't hide
behind the clouds.
What wouldn't drown
rises over the mist.
What is within,
chipped or undazzling,
intends to be seen.
© Perpetual Wanderer
#moon #writcopoem #selfhelp
seem filled with the
boundless yearnings and
strange occurrences.
A lone traveler
in the pine-serrated sky,
a moon that doesn't hide
behind the clouds.
What wouldn't drown
rises over the mist.
What is within,
chipped or undazzling,
intends to be seen.
© Perpetual Wanderer
#moon #writcopoem #selfhelp