
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
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
Absolutely magnificent poem!!! ❤️❤️❤️🤗
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Thank you, Ylenia! ❤️🤗
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🥰🥰🥰♥️♥️♥️🤗😘
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Beautiful
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Thank you so much, happy you enjoyed it.
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I always enjoy your written works..keep them coming.
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Thank you so much 😊
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Anytime Doree🤩
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My gosh ! So nice ! Congratulations, Doree.
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❤️
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