Traced empty shore,
past garden tree
over mountain pinnacle,
across the sea
for the cravin' distance,
and treadin' throughfare
all the bridges will burn,
for the love
no gate can pause,
or latched lock
for what is real,
is meant to be!❤
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PoésieHere's to the whirling thoughts inside a fickle mind, comprising random scribbles and verses in metrical symphony!🌸 // Highest-ranking : #1 in verses #3 in strings #98 in poetry// ^_^
