Wandering Soul
Aug 27, 2017 · 1 min read

My Tomorrow

A new zeal, A lively feel
Morning so bright, after the dark night
Emotions many again ignite
I lift to gear up for another fight

In my sleep, Oh so deep
I lie in slumber for hours
Oh my sleep, You so deep
You possess a healing power

Dreams of future
I cultivate I nurture
Of Longings, Of Belongings
Of Ambitions, Of Addictions
Of the Cupid with the arrow
As I await a fresh tomorrow

Poets Unlimited

Six Years of poetry-only publishing, PoetsUnlimited was a diverse, engaging and authentic poetry magazine. For most of that time a daily publication, it was always diverse and original, and free-to-read by all.

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Wandering through Times…

Six Years of poetry-only publishing, PoetsUnlimited was a diverse, engaging and authentic poetry magazine. For most of that time a daily publication, it was always diverse and original, and free-to-read by all.

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