Found Poems, PoetryBe September 6, 2015 Shelly The growing soul aches tiny roots, dark with inborn restlessness to stir strange seas unfurled, And vast shores never dawned what is is a restlessness of soul urging your upward reaching spirit. Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related Published by Shelly View all posts by Shelly