And maybe someday.
I'll stumble upon you.
Finding refuge in your wandering soul.
Much like my own.
And maybe someday.
On the path to finding you,
We'll discover our remaining pieces,
Place them in their right fits.
I'll be sure to jumble up a piece or two...
YOU ARE READING
Echo of Thoughts
PoésiePoetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that hurt. It is a matter of life not just a matter of language... Breathe in experience, breathe out poetry....
