Posted in of the heart, poetry

Windings

09/30/19

And when morrow doesn’t come
I’ll reach for you…
Somewhere far across-
along the winded roads
where it all began.
Somewhere deep within
the history of those
that’re yet to come.
I’ll search for you-
If morrow doesn’t come,
I’ll search for you.

featured image by Consuelo Verona


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Hi! I'm Rose. I fancy myself a poet sometimes... But really, I'm just a dreamer- a wonder wanderer. Words are my photo albums.

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