While Wandering

While wandering alone, there’s no one to destroy the name It’s the daring soliloquies that either blame or praise the changing landscapes Sometimes dense, sometimes sparse, there is always some astonishment Of seeing the newness of the good and bad; there’s no vanity or hiding from fear Or, the urge to hide in some deep cavern constructed by the doubtful shadows Their overworked hands and … Continue reading While Wandering