Thank you, Anni. Maybe I'm a masochist because I do like making things difficult for myself. I considered rhyming each line as well, but that was a bridge too far. Perhaps next time...
In the morning
the wanderer seeks new vision,
rides the tides of desire,
feeds the soul of change.
Now, as evening shadows deepen,
he roams the silent past,
treads the paths long gone
and settles for the memory.
Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 04.09.22
Prompt: Choose a word that begins with W, make it the title of your poem, and then write your poem.
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