It Must Have Been Kismet – July 31, 2020

Grief, life, love, poetry 1 Minute

A scent blown by

The wind

Lost as she travels

And fulfills

A blind destiny

We will never outrun

In our greatest sprint

Even then

We will be

Chased

By the laurals

We hold up

To make us whole

In disregard

To our one true soul

Published by Doree

Grief Out Loud. Art. Life

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