when a man loves adventures too much
his soul lives outside the walls
chasing waterfall that blows up to the sky
O, what a world he got
but when his soul is too faraway
to understand your need of feet
that touched the ground
hunting wildflowers, then
plowing the garden
to watch the flowers grow
so, where in the world to go?
and if he stays by your side
but his heart is always a wanderer
wanders through adventurous journey
openly or secretly, in his mind
burning lust and condemn boredom
you know, he’ll be gone by tomorrow
so, what a better man he can be?
Akasia, June 2016
Poetry Prairie 
Great poem, look forward to future post. Check mine out when you get the chance 🙂
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Thank you Tinzrant. Sure, i’ll find the time to check out yours 😊
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