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I am who I am. I write poetry and paint really badly. Please be patient.

Lost souls are never found

As lost kings are never crowned

Yet in some magickal way

Mine came back one day.

I didn’t want this

Yet its here, there is only bliss.

You brought it back

As I fell off the track.

Maybe you are the one

Who saves me when all is gone,

Maybe it’s you

Who will give me a clue.

© 2019 Wendy Engela

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