She was adrift in a sea of desires:
She’d abandoned her buoy for a better life.
Travelling coast to coast
Wandering bare lands
None was enough to anchor her,
None was for her to stay.
Until one day she came to the smallest land
And met an overgrown man with the softest beard
He had a soul — raw, genuine, and welcoming
He sought a companion his land was too small to bear.
When he spoke she saw the night through his lips
And like a spell she was lost and never found.
— idontcountsheepicountdragons, Lost and Never Found
Source wnq-writers
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