If i could find
A place to be called mine
If i could remind myself
A note for every time
If I could ascertain
A spot as my destination always
I would have never felt
Wandering
Just like a Wanderer
Who knows what he want
And then he doesn't,,,
The wanderer
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This piece has a quiet, searching beauty to it. The repetition of “If I could…” captures uncertainty and longing in a candid way, while the image of wandering feels deeply human and relatable.
I especially like the paradox you create—a wanderer who both knows what he wants and doesn’t. That tension gives the poem its emotional weight. It reads like a gentle confession, reflective and sincere, leaving the reader with that sense of in-between-ness long after the last line.
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What lies beneath our thoughts! 
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