Itinerant walker
Has gone astray.
No-good talker
Lost the day.
There it was.
On the street
Without its buzz.
“I find, I meet.”
Your heart,
Somber, along the road.
No start;
Ready for its goodbye-ode.
Out of a pocket,
It fell to the ground.
A misplaced socket,
And now, death crowned.
Life’s breeze lightens,
Love meets its match.
He raises; God mightens
For a newborn to hatch.
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