She chases the messenger

in a sky full of stars,

explores forests

just like the one

etched on her heart

Kismet chaos stains

her curious lips,

and wild dreams linger

on her fingertips

as faraway places

softly call out her name,

whispering of

a sweet madness

that can’t be tamed

She’s hellbent on knowing,

her eyes brightly glowing

while a wondering wanderlust

screams through her veins

She’s lost in the call

of this burning fernweh

Breath of Words© 4/23/17

photo: Federico Bebber

 

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