soul without borders

soul without borders

A Poem by DorothyParker

fate, hold me
candles blown in the wind.

towards me, sunrise
underneath you, 
cloudless sky.

drifting fall...

the beginning does not end here
one side red, the other sad. 

right now, 
blue awaits underneath it all.

i don't have much time, 
again and again, 
 wind wins. 

© 2017 DorothyParker


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Added on January 3, 2017
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