Missing You

Missing You

Neither here, nor there
Is where my heart seems to be.
Across these states I have lived,
memories and friendships built
in the wake of my life.
Oh! this cursed and deified gypsy-soul of mine.
I love this life.
The world in my grasp,
if only in: the smoke of my dreams,
my anticipated ambitions, and my deepest desires.

 


2 replies
  1. Miller Family
    Miller Family says:

    Delaina you are so damn talented! I love everything you post. The beautiful words you have put together and created amazing poems and expressions!!

  2. DandKblog
    DandKblog says:

    Thank you Golda.

    I am happy to know you think I am "damn talented." 🙂 I think you are awesome!

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