There was a wandering soul. Who was looking at the earth... There was a wandering soul. Who was looking at the earth...
"Wandering for nothing, thinking too much. Does these situations ever happen as such?" "Wandering for nothing, thinking too much. Does these situations ever happen as ...
To the soft chirping of the, Birds that sing at dawn and dusk... To the soft chirping of the, Birds that sing at dawn and dusk...
This poem is about wandering alone This poem is about wandering alone
If there were no words. If there were no words.
All alone barefoot, a temple behind in front I stood All alone barefoot, a temple behind in front I stood