In my heart
I am a nomad
Yet bound
Longing to be free
Midnight fires
Call me
Smoke carrying dreams
Incense heavy
Myrrh
Speaking of love …Passions
A soul memory
Time long ago
Speaking my name
Again
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2 comments:
a nomad, yet bound...
I know the feeling. And as the New Year approaches, I wish I was less bound, by the past, by old fears.
Oh how I agree with that statement...I am working on it and this blog is helping with that
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