Wander Lust
In a grimoire pages, whispers soft,
Turn the world down,hold it aloft
In Kingdoms built of words, i roam
Finding solace far from home in the candece moonlight
Peace unfurls,a whispered sigh,
In the heaven of paper sky.
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