Wanderers

A wanderer he is
With a guitar in his hand
A free bird that flies high
on his dreams
And he longs across the ocean
There where she is

A wanderer she is
The poems she writes
She hears melodies behind
them
And on the other shore
She longs across the ocean
There where he is

Wanderers they are
He plays her strings
She writes the words
in his heart
Free birds that dream
that soon the ocean
will be bridged

©RoseGirl2018

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