She was swept away
by winds of love
letting them pluck her from a field
of desperate flowers
(the chosen one)
with just enough time to pack
she chooses her heart
when she’d have been better
taking shoes
for when it’s all over
it’s a longer walk home
with ice cold wind
pressing at a tear stained face
than the journey
that lifted
and carried her to love






with much love & light~ Desire~*~












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