Andrew Travis Poet Free verse

Dust

I keep thinking
You're coming back
I keep thinking
You're coming home
That one day I'll see you
Winding down the dusty trail
But maybe I was the
Wayward soul
Maybe I ran off
To find myself
Maybe I thought I could fly
With you under my wings
All the while,
I keep thinking
  "This isn't you."
    This isn't you. 
    And it isn't me.

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Beata Agustin August 9, 2023 at 9:15 PM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.