Short Stanger Poems

2 April 2021

One Saturday morning
I was driving my car,
Going somewhere too far,
Finding for the meaning
Of my very own being,
Looking self from afar.

Then, later, a girl came,
A stanger as I thought,
Yet heart of mine was caught.
She was calling my name,
Like a coach in my game,
A direction she taught.

Yet I went nearer,
She smiled to disappear.

HexSonnetta 
Emile Pinet...

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