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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