My Life In Word

SHE DRIFTS

The soul of my soul
Has flown away
My soul now wanders
Night and day
She drifts in
And out of time
Hoping that she
Might by chance find
Or even see
A glint of his shine
Maybe then she may
Cease to pine
For the soul of her soul
And heart of her heart
Maybe that's when
The healing starts 

Simona A. Brinson

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