A Voyager Ceased! 😋

Don’t know when I stopped looking,
Don’t know why it all came to a halt,
The journeying that was my passion,
Travels near and far and all around,

When did I bring down my sails?
When did I stop listening to tales?
The promise of travels far and wide,
Why this standstill letting it all slide!

(Lines from - Whinings of a deranged soul 🤣🤣🤣 15/March/2017)



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