The cadence and spiritual introspection of a philosophical traveler, poet, nature lover, and photographer.
Your eyes didn’t just hypnotize
Your mind leaves me mesmerized
Set free I soar
Above the sorrow
Yet ever so gently you tugged
My hand to lead me to grass
Defeated and betwixt
Crossroads of pain
Hope has drained
Actions cry out loudly of a truth.
Blood does not run as deep as thought.