Losing My Way
Though midnight long, I sail the winding glide
As this my instinct wakes for cherished time
For every moment gone I cannot rest
A promise sent, of love by the Westside.
Lost somewhere--- hands grip in prayer,divine
Beloved, find me upon fate’s request!
Amelie Mara
Contest---Senses For A Sestet
11/04/13
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