The Wanderer Poem by Ayman Parray

I'll bare my soul, if you allow
And wander these lands free
You gave me the sight of love
I belong to thee

A wanderer am I
Seeking the unseen
A falcon flying high
My destiny foreseen

I seek the night which is mine
And the day that is yours too
To taste the wine divine
By the twilight I'll wait for you

As days turn into nights
And seasons come and go
My blissful pain gains heights
A fervent fire that burns slow

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