Sunday, June 14, 2020
You are the distant land i have visited before,
linger for awhile, a little too long perhaps.
At last, i am home now
the longing seeped away
through time's porous wings.
And i'm glad,
knowing well, our destiny will never tangled,
our path will never cross again.
All is well, at last.
All. Is. Well.
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