Wanderlust of the heart

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Nothing pleases

Nothing appeases

This wandering heart.

Drowned in the waters of tastelessness,

It seeks for beauty.

And change,

For the better.

For how would it matter

Without the spark

Ignited sans passion,

Heart bruised with mark

The grind and the batter.

What does it matter?

(To) This wandering heart-

To find its home?

Or start

It’s journey and explore?

© 2016 Mind Pickles

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P.S. My poem got published in Modern Love Chapbook! Big thanks to Sarah and Christine.

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