She was always there
There in the distance
As I venture closer,
She strays further away
Always just out of reach
I can faintly see the outline
Of her slim figure
hidden in the shadows
I can hear a whisper of a giggle
floating through the summer air
I want her but I know
She's always out of reach
There under the willow tree
There a lady stands,
a man kneeling before her
Arm outstretched, ring sparkling in hand
But the man is not me
That was when I knew
She was forever out of reach.
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EVERY BREATH OF LIFE
PoetryPoetic musings of a lost soul in a great universe. -------------- 10/31/2020 update Now a preview with some of my favorite poems I've written. The full book will be sold as an ebook on Amazon soon.
