A Misguiding's Tale

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I took you by the hand and walked with you
Across mountains, seas, heavens
As time flew us by;
Seconds, minutes, hours

A silent void would persist in the pits of our bellies;
The winds would guide us from cloud to cloud,
A series of short, stout little jumps

And the hours turned to days, weeks.
The weeks turned into years.
Yet we walked on, tirelessly.

And on the crossing between two clouds,
Our eyes met, our fingers touched;
An unexpected rendezvous of our souls
Then the clouds burst, and it rained...

And gently yet, I drifted away
With the winds that had brought us together,
Departing with merely the memory of a touch;
For at the crack of dawn, the winds were gone,
And so was I...

I'm sorry I led you on to the winds;
They refuse to guide you anymore...
You are on your own now



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When you're a poet (or claim to be one), there are certain things you must write. They needn't always make sense; but you do it anyway, for no rhyme or reason.
This was one of those things.

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