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Originally Posted by Ziusudra

Homeless and Free, yes, I relate.
Wild?, maybe. If living this life while forgetting how vulnerable and fragile this physical life actually is wild, then yes.

I never found my home.
It does not exist in this physical realm.
Freedom is an illusion
As I am trapped in this physical life
Being wild has been knocked down each time.
After all, I am reminded of destinies and fate

Thank you for your reply. Wild for me, in this set of poems, means uncultivated and natural.

I like the small poem you wrote above. I will look for more of your writing.

Thanks again,