Wandering Poems

Wandering

I am lost,
But am I found?
Have I found solid ground?
Even though you’re not around,
I am wandering,
Towards the sound of a heartbeat,
Under dull streetlights is this where we meet?

Wandering

I am lost,
But am I found?
Have I found solid ground?
Even though you’re not around,
I am wandering,
Towards the sound of a heartbeat,
Under dull streetlights is this where we meet?

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  Mary-Joy Hutch (1 poems about Wandering)
  December 09, 1996 - Mount Gambier