Wondrous Youths

My heartbeat like a wanderer, lost on a silent night, going over ledges and thinking about life. What are risks and what’s life without them? Jump into the water with faith curled up in your fist. Shoes holding experiences and crossing what can’t just be what anyone but a wanderer could see. My heartbeat is like a lost wanderer testing the waters, crossing every one but one, later in the end did I realise that the heartbeats would soon be none. 



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