Wonder. . .
by Amber Lea Layton
Come back into the chaos,
lend me your time.
What is the never-ending need,
to heal your pain and mine?
The intensity is sincere,
it makes sense to only me.
Can we make this work?
Patch together the pieces,
will I ever be free?
Who holds our future,
I realize, it is in my hands.
Alone. . .I make plans.
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serendipity---
I found this poem.
In a way that makes no sense...
I believe it was the universe...
Like I was supposed to read this.
I have absolutely no idea if the author is actually her.
But the meaning behind the words..
Rings so true in the shared obsession.
serendipity: the faculty or phenomenon of finding valuable or agreeable things not sought for; also : "fortunate happenstance"
touché universe. touché
click me
see...
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