Soul Mates Poem by Heather Burns

Soul Mates



Perhaps we've met before,
Like stepping thru an open
door.

Somewhere in the long ago,
A gentle breeze began to
blow.

Two worlds chanced to meet,
Coming together, bitter to
sweet.

Another season, another time,
Another reason, another rhyme
Golden threads inter-twine.

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