poetry

Wonder Feet, Wander Streets.

Wanderer, wanderer, wanderer When will you go home? I wonder. Streetlamps will slumber soon but you hesitate not, in your wander. Trust in the path lead by gibbous moon have you passed many a sites of wonder? Maybe crossed over the bering land? For feet likened to an ancient's wander. You carry not a staff… Continue reading Wonder Feet, Wander Streets.