THE END

like a gypsy, my mind wanders…. stuck in ruts for most of my life……..

hating discipline, my mind has wandered like a wild horse…. unable to tame….

wearing out now, searching for peace ….a release…..a transformation….

like a butterfly…..dancing in the wind…..

drunk on wildflowers

until the end………

4 thoughts on “THE END

    • Thanks Peter …. I’m so tired of all my lashing out… this ZONGS of ZAMZARA was for that…. THE END is the last poem of this “book”

      Going to start another “book”

      Hopefully filled with love & light…haha

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