Serendipity -Poetry

Here is another slice of poetry from me. I’m not a poet, but I try.

Serendipity

Days go by when nothing comes

In total freedom my mind breezes,

Yet in the coldness, my dreams besiege

The images of you drifting back again

Plastered on faces of those strange

Glide the fleeting ships of memory,

Serendipity

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