The gypsy read my palm
and told me you and I
were meant to be
Pity you weren't there
when it unfolded
even having met your family
Pity we didn't find each other
at the crossroads
where it all waited
Pity the wind swept our locations
that never reached me
Pity I don't have your heart
and this palm's empty of it all
but missed opportunity
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Author:
Garth Rakumakoe (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Creative thought in this write. A fun read but with a deeper meaning that what others say or even what we believe does not make it so. Nice
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