Here seek the nomad
purveyor of dreams
kin to all that came before
and all there ever was
parsing through seas of sand
for the fabled kingdom of pearls
blind to the present
bound to the past
remember the melody
the laughter of a specter
with the familiar voice
a youthful saunter
and limitless ambition
perhaps it was only
the howling of the wind
Wanderer

About The Author
J. L. Figueroa is currently enjoying the Las Vegas sun, staying hydrated and writing to his heart’s content. On his spare time, he delves into cooking, The Legend of Zelda, and a snuggly read.
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