The Undestined
They don't frolic in a flurry of snow,
or muck about in fantasies, daydreaming.
Neither hand reaches for another,
their two souls of desire, brimming.
For they are not rivers,
but mountains, tall, standing.
Copyright © Sue San | Year Posted 2019
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