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The wanderer

I don't know why or what
but the soul kept wandering,
in the forest,
like musk-deer for musk.

In the desert of mirage,
soul craving for oasis.
The soul kept wandering and wandering,
for desires with inquisitive mind. 

From one milestone to another,
for an unknown voyage. 
Desire for destination or the thrill of journey,
the soul kept wandering and wandering.

The materialistic world or eternal bliss,
soul kept wandering and wandering
forgetting itself,
The soul kept wandering and wandering.

The moments or the hypothetical destination,
External or internal,
The soul kept wandering and wandering,
forgetting itself or the purpose. 

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◄ Was that a Nightmare or dream?

Choices over desires ►

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