This fickle weather,
almost as mercurial
as my own temper.
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‘Call of the Wild’ | A Poem
It will reach you one day;
the call of the wild…
Pulsing through your veins,
a demand,
an urge to explore.Answer it,
for it is your own heart
crying to return
back home
where it belongs.So, we left home unabashed
throwing away our broken
hearts excited to see the world,
but when we arrived
at the endless destinations,
looking for treasure
we found it not
in this world without,
but in these hidden ruins
lurking within.