The Wanderer


The Wanderer

What is she like? I was told— she is a melancholy soul.

She is like the sun to the night; a momentary gold.

A star when dimmed by dawning light; the flicker of a candle blown.

A lonely kite lost in flight— someone once had flown.”

― Lang Leav

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