The Wanderer.

The Wanderer.

A Poem by puddles2splash

Absolute control in absolute abandon,

It’s all thought out and yet so random,

Dust accumulates and it’s all hidden,

Just scrape the surface and all is forgiven,

Life rushes out and colours splash about,

And seep in the intricate walls worn out,

The cork yet clogs a part untouched,

Still detached, the wanderer, unexplored unloved.

© 2013 puddles2splash


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Added on April 7, 2013
Last Updated on April 7, 2013
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A Poem by puddles2splash