Thursday, May 31, 2012

The Wanderer (Craft Assignment)

As the sun braves the world,
he smiles on.
With an effortless grace,
he roams the day
like a soft summer breeze
just sweeping through.
He is a mystery.
He is a wanderer.
His spoken words are rare-
a rare beauty.

The sun rises,
so he smiles.
Casually walking
throughout the day,
like a light summer breeze
that blows through.
He wanders around,
making him a mystery.
He barely talks;
But when he does,
it’s nice.

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