I am in a hurry to wander by,

to love and praise world’s beauties,

before, all at once, they cease to be.

I must love mainly the sad ones,

that were not loved

not by lack of lovers

but by lack of love.

So proud of my want,

only will praise some wild

and lost in hidden waterfalls,

after untrodden ways.

I will break my heavy chains

and soon start my journey,

avoiding one chronic sadness

and the trampling of the ways

I will pass by.

Published in Red Wolf Journal, January 05, 2016.

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