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written by: Rando Mithlo



I stopped in my tracks where It had struck
How our paths crossed in time by chance
From what dark recess I extract such
To explore a casual thought I’d saved
What joy comes sometimes blind I receive
Not knowingly next to me and always do I reach
To see her blearily in distance but know somehow
The soul in that gaze is a familiar one
To see this life again in altered paths
Like wolves at bay held my regrets
When ended unsettled this draw endured
A peripheral glow now fully engulfed
In modern surround her style unchanged
Her voice so some sedate stream insatiable
Pierce through what haze of youth obfuscate
I affix a filter to an undeniable spell
What wasn’t just perfect I’ll dress it enough
Into a seam torn time arms stretch through
Denied she fades reaching ever possess
That something to which I fail to placate

Rando Mithlo

Rando Mithlo

-Artist and Writer from Los Angeles currently living in Indiana- the bulk of my writings are short stories and poems that deal with a range of subjects including: emotional distress, strange happenings, thrillers and suspensestories.
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