Sunday, May 25, 2025

Wandering Soul



                  

                 

       My soul is free to wander
       To distant, dreamy sights
       Just like the Andean condor
       In search for greater heights.

       There is no limitation
       To my strong, deep desire
       My rich imagination
       Is fuelling the fire.

      I roam through time and space
      And stars lighten my way
      A journey filled with grace
      On such a perfect day!

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