i wanted,
to follow her,
whenever she went.
but our paths,
where so different
she was on one,
I on the other.
with a line,between us
Her's and mine
we were one in soul,
but i walked on foul.
she walked,on the higher chasms
of the sky,higher than mountain peaks
i walked beneath the trees of the earth
Oh God! foresake my heart.
Maybe
These two paths
will turn one day,
in my poetry.
so we may walk together
in the stillness of a word
spelled during the presence of gather
on the day of an oath.
©️enock
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