Hearts That Wander - Poem by David Harris
With a heart that plays around,
it will never find some solid ground.
Always too busy to settle down.
The heart that wanders around,
it may seek a resting place,
with someone gentle and kind.
However, with its wanderlust,
this place it will never find.
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