To be
A feather adrift in the cold,
Fate calls me, so I go.
To be
A pretty butterfly buried in snow,
Fate calls me, so I go.
To be
A wanderer forlorn,
Fate calls me, so I go.
An anchorless Gypsy it seems
I'll stay,
Since there's nowhere left for me
A place.
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The Scraps of A Song: An Anthology.
PoetryPoetry spanning topics from love to pain, to addiction, to borderline insanity, to romanticism..in a disorder so strange it becomes an order all its own... The Pieces of Her, The Scraps of A Song.
