Who wanted me
to come here?
Who will care
when I go?
I did…
I will…
And now,
a wanderer’s armour
tells a tale.
Ghosting in with a pen,
that is true,
and never weakens.
Impossible circumstances conquered
Who wanted me
to come here?
Who will care
when I go?
I did…
I will…
And now,
a wanderer’s armour
tells a tale.
Ghosting in with a pen,
that is true,
and never weakens.
A Wandering Poet 