Species of Serendipity
Serendipity is a welcome friend
Who lashed out as if she knew what she as doing.
She took my hand and wrenched me near
Juiced my heart of its pursuing.
And right there, of a sudden, in front of me
Was something so sweet, so immensely grand
I shook myself free, knowing it couldn’t be;
For who would care to touch my heart?
To let me feel in a warm wrap of zeal
That was blown apart?
The days of late, the nights of gone
Have left me empty
An empty being with nothing
But a song.
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