The Question
Oh how I do wish our stances were changed.
Where we could go otherwise,
I have never met a kindred soul as such.
Our dreams align in the heavens.
The stead we could create,
a complete life,
both longing for the same.
We travel the road congruently,
opposing detours.
Does our destination coalesce?
Will our village arise from the mist?
Copyright © Linda Smith | Year Posted 2013
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