<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=581895" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Wandering Soul</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I travel the Earth and the astral plains, <br>I’ve lived most my life in guilt and shame, <br>Shame for the life bestowed on to me, <br>Guilt for the demons I couldn’t set free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw the horse prints in the sand, <br>I was stuck in travel of no man’s land, <br>The sand was hot and the sun was high, <br>I had to keep going but wanted to die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The minutes turned to deathly hours, <br>Shallowly Cactus’ no sign of flowers, <br>Every grain of sand seemed my encumber, <br>No sign of rain no sounds of thunder.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I travel for days in search of a vision, <br>My soul it carries many incisions, <br>Incisions of darkness, incisions of light, <br>I’m a tortured soul that welcomes the night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I try to reach many but only a few will hear, <br>The sound of my voice or my footsteps near, <br>I travel in the shadows of days and nights, <br>I try to step over and cross into the light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> I am dreary and my energy hardly glows, <br>I’m what you call a lost and wandering soul, <br>Drifting over the hills and across the plains, <br>No one see’s me or knows my name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">© 2011 Wind Songs Spiritual Poetry</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Annalee+Hopkins">Annalee Hopkins</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=581895" data-title="Wandering Soul de Annalee Hopkins" data-description="I travel the Earth and the astral plains, I’ve lived most my life in guilt and shame, Shame for the life bestowed on to me, Guilt for the demons I couldn’t set free. I saw the horse prints in the sand, I was stuck in travel of no man’s ..."></div> </div> </div>

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