Appearing before me
Like a dream you said,
"Look and see,
This may be fate."
Then we went to the place
Climbing higher
Without any haste
Like a surging fire
Smiles on faces
Words like music
Changing our varying paces
Physic?
Slipping through my hands
Floating to the sky
A connecting band
Broke free to fly
Sprouts shorting from ground
Meeting again after centuries
I will be found
With salutation's kiss
YOU ARE READING
Us
PoetrySomething I hope will help others (especially Carlotta). Things may not meant to be. Let it go, write it down, say it out and you will feel much better.
