*The wanderer

The Wanderer

What is she like?

I was told –

she is a

melancholy soul.

She is like

the sun to night;

a momentary gold.

A star when dimmed

by dawning light;

the flickr of

a candle blown.

A lonely kite

kept lost in flight – 

someone once 

had flown.

 {Lang Leav}

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