Longing for Me

my spirit suffers
in this slum of smoke and mirrors
longing for symphony at sea
lagoons of crystal harmony
once, the distant crack of the volcano
now, an inner quake overwhelming me: go!

3 Replies to “Longing for Me”

  1. wanderlust? I don’t know why we keep leaving pieces of ourselves in other places… with other people. I haven’t changed city in seven years, but I do my travelling through the people I meet… they take pieces of me with them. Beautiful thoughts… or desires…

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