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: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Threads (Opens in new window) Threads Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Like Loading... Related Published by Shelly View all posts by Shelly