Troubled Tourist
My mind loves to ramble through fields of desire, bordered by ditches of dissatisfaction on all sides. Of me, is the white eagle though. Which is on its way. Never setting down its claws on the growing earth.
My mind loves to ramble through fields of desire, bordered by ditches of dissatisfaction on all sides. Of me, is the white eagle though. Which is on its way. Never setting down its claws on the growing earth.
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