Poetry: Wander

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Trembling in rocks

with hopeless notions

asking for tranquillity

without sudden response.


If I lie to save me

I mistake my face

but the approaching signs

linger upon a mesmerizing smile.


Relinquishing errors 

to acquire self assurance

where can one find eternal peace

If the soil is seeded with malice?


But recognizing what must be

alleviates each step forward

with a certain waft I can reach

and cultivate splendid amity.


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