A Game of Go?
No thanks, said she.
I left my prints
for you to see.
There is a rhythm
do you agree?
I found you today, said She
Never is my name.
The path was winding
but I am here now.
To remind: To thine own self be true.
She is mine, now. She will Never leave.
1 comment:
Yes, there is a rhythm and obviously a mysterious winding road too.
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