The wanderer

To be able to go wherever these eyes can reach,
To have an adventure and many tales to teach,
That is all a wanderer would dream,
Before the flame of life fades away from him.

His old torn shirt brushing against the storm,
Eyes filled with glimmer, adventure so strong.
He never thought where to go, or where he came from,
To be a part of the wilderness is all he wants to become.

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