Words into silence, sense lost in cadence,
In echoes of self voice becomes void,
Distance is measured in the will to chance
Truncated, topography not enjoyed,
Touched intimacy at his behest
Obscured by the questioning eye,
Questions belie a seeker’s quest
Before any journey, a goodbye?
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch
Reblogged this on lostwanderingsoul.
thank-you for the reblog soul that is wondering 😉
thanks for the like too 🙂
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