We drew the line.
My path extended to you, yours to mine
Was it I who drew it first?
If it were you, was it reverie
Or deja vu?
One day, in another moment or place,
Comes a time we are free.
Our paths will meet.
You will come to me
As I to you.
Hearts don't really forget.
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Of Prose and Poetry
PoetryA collection of prose and poetry about compassion, life, love and loss. Feel free to find a piece of yourself with in my works. Thank you for reading and please feel free to comment below. Thank you Highest attainment Rank 2 in poetry
