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………
ZONGS OF ZAMZARA 
Really nice. Your poet’s heart shows through! Wonderful read. So many will relate to this.
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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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I like “drunk on wildflowers”. Like in that other poem and “drunk with her nakedness”. I love getting drunk on wildflowers, haha 🙂
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Seasons, that’s what a friend of mine likes to call phases of life.
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