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Into the Wild
The seeker seeks, the searcher finds,
The adventurer travels around his own mind.
The winds that blow and storms that shout,
and rock both tree and bush about.
The wanderer carries a burning torch,
To light his way with no remorse.
No solice does a watcher find,
when seeking troubles in his own mind.
Cold hearts grow, lone spirits become strong,
and ...
Friday 3rd April 2020 11:29 am
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